Office move

Last September, my employer’s holding company went bankrupt, taking all our money and forcing us to go into administration.

An evil British company bought out the bulk of the parent company in the US and a very nice Japanese company bought most of our business here in London, parts of Europe and Asia.

All very good, but it was always on the cards that a merging of staff would occur and that people would move to a different building.

Now our building is by far the nicest, so nearly everyone came to us. We also had a lot of space left by the thousand or so people that lost their jobs.

Unfortunately, my group has now had to move. Not to the City, but to the darkest, most miserable part of the building we’re already in.

No longer can we wave to Reuters employees who have nothing better to do but take pictures of us and publish stupid stories. No longer can we admire the views of All Bar One on a summer’s evening. No longer can we complain about bright sunshine on a fine autumn afternoon.

No, we’re in the cave. Miles from any window. And no pencils in the stationery cupboard.

Still, at least the tea machine is a bit closer now.