They're coming to take me away, ah-ha!

As we speak. Or as I write and you read. Little men (or quite possibly reasonably large men) are at my office moving my stuff from one desk to another. I'm not changing buildings, or even floors, but I am moving from one side of the open-plan building to the other. I can't do this myself (after all, if I dropped something on my toe I might sue), so strange men come in the middle of the night to do it for me.

This will be the 7th or maybe 8th desk move in the 3 years I've been here. I think they just want you to feel permanently slightly out of place.