I sit for hours scrolling through long lists of emails, service requests; barely enough coffee inmy cup to erase the blur from my screen.
Ahh, my desk is a boring place.
There’s a cat on my calendar that stares at me in aperpetual state of nervous anticipation, as if awaiting my next movement that it might spring out of view and hide beyond the edge of it’s page.
But it doesn't- it sits and gawks unmoving.
Outlook pings...
Yet another printer is down. The same printer from last week.
What an absolute headache printers are. But, at least it relieves me of my desk.
My desk is a boring place
When I return I may write a line or two, but don't expect too much.