...was just backache.
After ten weeks on the old king cole, working the last two days has me bewitched, buggered and bewildered. Mental overload with all the new faces, names, procedures, ideas and God knows what else. I was given a desk today. It was all covered with someone's stuff, photos of ugly bairns and what have you. A woman came up to me and said 'I am going to clear my stuff, but haven't had time'. Hmm. She went away. And then my manager came over and said, with a touch of asperity: 'Just bin anything on and in the desk. It belongs to someone who's got a job somewhere else.' Then she went away. Was this some kind of initiation wind up, or am I a pawn in a long-standing office war?
It'll all be right, eventually.