Area 136

Scottish smoked Salmon.

Butter.

Lemon juice.

Bread.

Yummm!

I should soon have buns of steel given the four flights of stairs between here and the outside smoke enabled world. So smoking does do you some good.

But my legs feel like they have been beaten with little baseball bats due to the miles that we walked yesterday round the zoo and through Camden along the canals and such.

I used to walk for miles at a time in my 20's with no ill effect at all. Must have worn out my joints early on.

Bugger!

So remember kids, if you want your legs to last into your mid forties, be lazy!

I notice a singular absence of piccies or Rowtheboats arse on this here blog.

You knew what your mission was.

And you failed.

You CANNOT tell me she didn't get drunk enough to let her gaurd down even once.

Shame on you.

Shame on all of you.

I am not sure that I like it really.

Good points.

I have a wall behind me! - So no worrying about people looking over my shoulder.

I can see the outside world! Even if it is only the upper floors of the offices across the car park.

I can sneak in and out through a side door and not the poncey new “Coffee bar/break out area/reception bit. This way no one will be arching their eyebrows at the amount of cigarette breaks I take.

I don’t have to use the rubbish lifts and hang around for ages just to get back up to my floor and get annoyed by lazy bastards only going one floor up due to their extremely heavy cup of coffee.

Bad points.

I have no bin under my desk – in fact no one has a bin. You have to take your rubbish to one of the central banks of recycling bins and such.

All the attractive women from our floor appear to be somewhere else!

The desk I am using was a hot desk. This means it is rather narrow so my line manager (who thankfully is not in today) is sitting very close to me. But I have cunningly moved his pedestal so he has to sit a bit further away and will put mine next to his. But this will create another problem - see below.

The bloke sitting in the hot desk next to me looks worryingly like Simon Cowell and therefore I don’t like him. Moving my pedestal next to my line managers will put me nearer to him. Meh.

Due to this lack of space, my line manager can easily see what is on my screen. This is not good.

In general, this place is very unwelcoming. It is all form over function – for example, they have just made one of the other people I came down with change their desk pedestal because our ones are natural wood finish an the ones on this floor are a bland grey colour. Hmmmm, we must fit in and not stand out. I may get away with this as no one can see my offensive wooden effect draw unit so I may not be offending corporate style sensibilities.

No, I will let the way I dress do that.