You find out you’re moving your desk at work. Plenty of people are moving. No big deal. Then it turns out you’re the only one being moved to the file room - the only one. Picture Milton from Office Space, only not in the dark, but with a crappy, dusty, dirty little desk in the middle of a big room with people walking on three sides of you. You have to clean out ten thousand paper clips and rubber bands from all three drawers in the desk, and figure out where your six drawers and two overhead shelves worth of stuff is all going to go. And they’re not even nice enough to make you think that this is temporary. Oh, and we’re ignoring the fact that we have five completely empty cubicals elsewhere, as well as one empty office, and no worse place to end up except out on the street. Needless to say, I was in a shitty mood all afternoon. I’ve never been so discouraged, mad, disappointed, and frustrated at work before - not at Quiznos, not anywhere. Even at Quiznos, I only left to find a job closer to my girlfriend, and more stable, not because I was totally fed up. So, essentially, I got demoted today, and if anybody knows of a good job, let me know, because I’m looking.