It seems like since they confirmed me over at the bank, they've been piling up extra work on my desk. It appears that an entire forest was chopped down just in order to populate my desk with mounds of papers. In this day and age, paper isn't necessary to do work with. Everything is electronic. All the working 'papers' I write, reports etc etc are all done on my trusty snail of a desktop. However, since files in electronic format are easily altered, our audit dept requires that everything is to be printed out into hard-copy and filed. So now I have memos, e-mails, you name all nicely stored away under my desk so that I can refer to it at a later date. Right...
The Pile under my desk is starting to get a wee bit troublesome though. Day by day it grows larger and larger. Soon it'll grow and engulf me, my desk and my work-mates just like that scene from that old movie, the Blob. It feels like soon it'll develop a personality, much like that bowl of old pasta sauce at the back of my fridge, and I doubt it'll be happy. These things never are. At night, I swear I can feel it's presence watching me from afar. Watching. Waiting......
The Pile under my desk is starting to get a wee bit troublesome though. Day by day it grows larger and larger. Soon it'll grow and engulf me, my desk and my work-mates just like that scene from that old movie, the Blob. It feels like soon it'll develop a personality, much like that bowl of old pasta sauce at the back of my fridge, and I doubt it'll be happy. These things never are. At night, I swear I can feel it's presence watching me from afar. Watching. Waiting......
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