Water Prison World

I walked in this morning to find the lift not working. This was irritating, but I have become more adept at walking up the stairs now. So I shlepped up the stairs and three steps in, my shoes started squelching on the carpet. The lights were off over my desk. There were wastebins and buckets all around my desk. And essentially, things looked a bit chaotic.

Turns out that sometime last night, a dishwasher on the fifth floor exploded. Or something. Anyway, upshot is that water started leaking and, since there was no one else in the building when the dishwasher blew, it spent all night leaking water everywhere. Apparently, the dishwasher on the fifth floor is located exactly two floors over my desk. So there's been water through the ceiling over where my head would be during working hours all night. It's still dripping courtesy of two floors of saturated carpeting. So, as you can imagine, I am not sitting at my desk this morning. I am sitting at James' old desk, with my back to the windows, with my computer (thankfully non-soggy) and my coffee and generally not in the best of moods.

However, things were mildly improved by Angela, the sweet new copy editor, who gave everyone in the office a chocolate lollipop shaped like an Easter bunny in the spirit of the season. I do like Angela. And besides, nothing helps a bad mood quite like biting the head off a floppy-eared bunny with a stick up its arse.

( And a meme to pass the time )

So not spoiled, then.

Roll on, 6 pm.