The hotly anticipated office move into town (where all the shexy people are, doing hip things and being all thrilling and exciting) looks to have hit some kind of hiatus.
The signs were all there - being scheduled to move in two weeks time, not knowing where we were moving too. That kind of thing.
I have decided I will throw recessionary job protectionism to the wind and mutiny until this is rectified.
I say mutiny, I mean massive sulk.
I say massive sulk, I really pointed indifference to all around me.
I suspect that many co-workers and colleagues will see no noticeable difference.
My hopes are far too high anyway. I've been reading too much of this and this. If I'm in a shiny office with fancy furniture and things, I can pretend I have an exciting, go-gettery job and such. I'll care what I wear to work, and be happier, and more fulfilled, and the downturn will end and all the plastic in the world will suddenly become highly biodegradable.
Or in Free Agents.