So, my boss, GD, comes bouncing into the office.
"I've just been on the phone to the Nice Lady at Throwback Towers," he cries, all excited, "We can go over and check out our new office accommodation. We'll have a home of own - at last!"
"Sounds great," Says I, one of the lowly peons of Klueless Decision Support Systems - Managed Service Support Team (don't ask me to repeat it, it's no better the second time around, honest).
"Can we go tomorrow?" I ask, "'Cos I swear, if I have to eavesdrop one more phone call from that Kiwi Business Analyst with the voice like a buzz-saw, I'll shove her head so far up her.. Well, let's just say she will be able to lick her own tonsils – from below."
"Yes, tomorrow's good," replies GD airily, "But the Nice Lady said we had to ignore the mess 'cos it'll all be cleaned up before we move in."
"The mess?" I'm intrigued now, "How much mess? It's only an old office. Are we talking old paperwork, coffee mugs, that kind of thing?"
"Yeah, kind of," He's looking a bit shifty now, "She assures me the rats will be dealt with before we get moved in, though."
"Rats? What are rats doing on the seventh floor of Throwback Towers?"
"I expect they like the view," he says absently, wandering in the direction of the coffee machine.
Now it looks like I have to start taking a baseball bat to work – again.