lust but not least

First comments have arrived. Don't know if it's because of my English and how I write or because of the things I write but some of you just labelled me as strange.. thank God nobody said weirdo, but who knows? maybe in a few days... :-)
I feel flattered and sad at the same time in seeing myself reflected in people’s words, it’s a completely new sensation.. have to taste it a little bit more before knowing what to say… except that writing is sooo soothing, obviously. And that today I’ll take a break from love pangs and talk about something else.

It’s a rainy and boring afternoon here at work while I write my daily post. As cazface says, I know the internet here should be just for work but…
Our offices are being renovated and transformed and at the moment they look like a seething ant heap, with masons and workers talking aloud and swearing just one step away from my desk. The final result should be kind of an open space (instead of single rooms) with artificial lights and air conditioning (instead of windows..) where a dozen people will fight, mutter nasty words, hate each other as hell and try to poison each other coffee.. Ok, ok, that’s too much… maybe they won’t mutter..
At the moment I don’t know if I’ll keep my current position (I’m the only one in a single room), but I do hope so.
It’s not some kind of “I’m afraid of changes” thing. Not at all. It’s just that I love my little window and that tiny piece of sky I can see.
It’s not that I don’t want to adjust myself to new things. No no no. But you see.. no natural light, no natural air (while we could have kept it all), 8 hours a day, eating your lunch at the desk.. They could just put a wheel on the wall and call me a hamster.
It’s not that I can’t stand the people I work with.. it’s just they’re so so so annoying that even their screens turn black not to reflect their faces. Isn’t this a sign? What? Screensaver? Mmm...that’s just ONE possibility!
I actually get on quite well with a threesome, they’re humorous and smart and they’re good in what they do. But I have no words for the rest of them . They’re all women and the smartest thing I heard from them was something about those awful china objects meant to be given as souvenirs at weddings (if you’re not Italian you may not understand this, so thank your God). Of course they were “delighted” and “thrilled” and all that stuff for checking a catalogue and helping one of them in choosing the best (???) monster… souvenir, I mean.
So, can you really blame me for having them all slaughtered with a stapler? I mean, for wishing to keep my room…