On the move

Our Litigation Department is moving this weekend, which meant packing up, sorting out and getting very dirty yesterday. It will be good as we are going up one floor where it is lighter and there is a nice kitchen with dishwasher. More importantly, we get away from the very noisy Debt Collection people who spent the days shouting on top of their voices down the phone. One fat bloke has a particularly irritating Brommie accent. Yak.

So, I was prepared, I sorted a filing cabinet, box, cupboard, desk every day and on Thursday our packing crates arrived. I asked Boss-man: will you be doing your own packing (he has piles of dusty files, around his desk and two very tall cabinets, with boxes and files). Packing? He asked, looking puzzled. Me: you know we are moving tomorrow. He: oh yes, - where are we going? (His wife is practice manager who is in overall control of the move, so they obviously do not speak).

I got him a map showing where he was going to be and where his furniture would end up.
He says: I'll do my own, I am in tip top condition, when I joked that I did not want him to injure himself, so he could sue his own firm.

Friday arrives and as usual, loads of panic typing. Never mind, by 4pm we close the computers down and the other secretaries and I start packing. Boss-man is still playing with his computer and is on the phone. By 4.30 I asked him if he could start getting things of his shelves. He took the boxes from the top shelf and left the rest to us.

Next, other nice boss-man, young Sven, the sweetheart. He: you are so organised, I leave it to you. Thanks pal.

I got home late, dirty filthy and dying for a beer. Never mind it's done and I do not work on Mondays when the real chaos will occur and nothing will work.