The dust has settled. Lester'the hatchet' Francombe has visited all the teams who were lucky enough to be seated in suite A with news of re-organistation. " I think all that jeering and laughter was uncalled for!" said Lester. "They didn't give Mike Chrome a chance to speak. What did you all think of it?" His question seemed superfluous. No-one was about to say that they cringed, or they thought is was a farce or badly run. Everyone to just said it was a bit wierd and sympathised with the occupants of room B.

The worst part of this of all this activity for my team is that we are to be moved from the glorious first floor where we have happily resided with the marketing team and it's array of gorgeous girlies! A travesty!! We are to be shipped back from whence we came! Back into the foul stench of IT with all it's personal hygine associations! Back to sit with our manager Adrian Hechler-Koch. The man with no personality, Mr Corporate. But lo, there is a silver lining, he is to join Uncle Peter in the newly formed Tactical Illusion section when the re-org kicks in! We, of course were all hoping he would be assimilated into the cleaning section.

The talk in the pub at lunchtime was of who will get what role in the re-org and jokes that Adrian Hechler-Koch would be manager of the team of who-ever was there.

We will see, perhaps God will intervene and apply the same sort of leniency and fair mindedness we see in other parts of our lives.

I'm good at holding my breath, but not that good!