This sucks sheep sh*t

Well, our office gets to move back downstairs to the "dungeon" next month, to be squished in with the other 5 members of our larger group. Into the same place we moved OUT of three years ago. At that time there were 9 of us (our 6 plus 3 from another department) crammed into that small space, barely room to move around with all the storage cabinets and bookcases having to be in the aisle. Now we'll be 11. Yay for us.

It sucks sheep shit. 

In my case I suppose I'm lucky, being the lowest on the totem pole in terms of rank (though not seniority), I've only ever had a cubicle. Most of my coworkers will be giving up their offices and having to go back to tiny cubes. I'll just lose my lovely, roomy cubicle space.

Did I say it sucks sheep shit?

And I get to be around two people, one of whom is a former coworker, I really have no use whatsoever for.

Maybe it's not just sheep shit, maybe it's also turkey turd. Doggie doo-doo. Cat crap. You get the idea.

I'm SO glad I have a little mp3 player now! I'll be following in my boss's footsteps and keeping my ear buds in most of the day.

Pfffftttttt.

If you're retired, or self-employed, be glad of it!