...or Tuesday, in this case. The first day back in the office after the long Easter break, and everyone I know had a pretty great time. Which is why today's pall of doom, gloom and general ill-temper came as a bit of a surprise. I think it must have been a case of the hampsters all getting an extended case of freedom, then finding themselves dragooned back onto the wheel.

Lord it was ugly.
There was testiness before morning tea, loathing before lunch and aggression before afternoon tea. By mid-afternoon people were circling each other like sharks and by 4 pm there was wholesale yelling and banging of doors and thumping of desks. People threatened to quit. People quit. People decided that they were owned 10 weeks of vacation and they were taking it NOW.

I slumped a little lower in my cage, munched on sunflower seeds and pretended that I was 100 miles away having lunch with a nun. On the plus side, nothing was thrown, no one was punched and no one was sacked. That's about the best you can say of the debacle.

I've GOT to get this band back onto the rails and get the heck OUT of this chicken outfit.