(Grumpy) Working Girl

K. So, I didn't get the new office space as was proposed. Instead, the server (that sat on my so-called desk that's really just a card table) will be moved to the storage closest and replaced with a new computer. Here, I can do all my grunt work free from the annoying inconvenience resulting from having to share a computer with my boss (who we will kindly call "Diddy"). I will no longer have to double dutch and engage in surprise attacks when he's not at his desk but don't jump for joy just yet. In lieu of my new arrangements, I will be required to sit at my fantastic desk, oops, I mean, card table (...wishful thinking) that is too high for the low chair that usually sits in front of Diddy's desk and work while he looks over my shoulder. I am so excited I can barely contain myself. And this comes on the heels of Diddy's partner's announcement that he feels I don't do enough for him. I so sincerely apologize. It is only because I am swomped with grunt work and Diddy's cheesecake that I have neglected your everso important needs. I will be there to make those copies for you ASAP!! I'll be there quicker than you can say, "Your Honor, I rest my case!"