They finally moved my CPU to my new desk, and they f*cked it up. Everything, all my letterhead templates, my reports- gone. They can't even reboot it. So I can't even sit at my own desk. I had to sit at Trevor old desk. Why is that men have no concept of dust? Dust bunnies the size of my fist I'm telling you.
Oh! The puppy next door sounds like it's being attacked or something- but she's just playing with a ball.