I cried

I walked into my office this morning, for the first time in a little over a week, and it was taken over by zombies (and by zombies, I mean our tech guy). So I went across the hall to the office I was told I might be moved into when I was in the office two weeks ago (no one was here at the time, so I couldn't ask where to go) and that office was a disaster. It looked like my computer and monitors and papers sitting all over the place, and not hooked up or put away. That's when I started crying. Then, common sense kicked in, and I realized our zombie, I mean tech guy, wouldn't have left my computer not hooked up, so I went in search of my new office. It's my old office. The one they moved me out of because the air conditioner never worked, and was so hot I used to feel sick by the end of the day in summer. Yeah, great. Also, between my desk and the wall was the big recycling bin that was in the zombie's office (the office I am currently in is half the size) and the bin blocked my way to turning on my computer, and my light. I needed to get the recycling bin out of the room, which was HAARRD, because the corner was so tight, and it kept getting stuck on the door knob. More crying, leading to me being pissed off by the time I got it out of my office and into the junk office (the first office I went to). I wanted to leave it in the middle of the hall, but I am too nice for that, dammit.