For the first time in my working career, I had a desk. Until Sunday. I used to have a cupboard, when I was a manager, and then a drawer when I was downsized. I was sort of upsized again, and the job requires loads of paperwork. It involves invoices, orders and copies of everything in triplicate.

Which is why I needed the desk. It was next to the shelves where all my books were kept, ready to be sent out to four stores. The guy who had the job before me hadn't even cleared out yet.

Another person in the company has a desk situated under the aircon, and she kept on getting asthma. So, without me knowing, they put her documents onto my computer, did weird things to my files, and chucked all my stuff into cardboard boxes over the weekend. Now I will have to share the three computers, cross the office a hundred times a day, and try and fit my stuff into two drawers.

Also, my new 'desk' which I share with everyone else, is right under the aircon, and is very cold. Very Cold.

Their plan won't work, though. I will sit back and watch them have to reverse everything, as they all hate the new arrangement.

For a brief moment there, I had a desk. I was somebody.

*James is glad that we aren't having twins, as he is pretty sure they come with stuck-together heads. Neen, have you been watching Oprah again?

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