Cell B-181

Ahh another beautiful sunny day, glued to my computer.

What a nice day indeed! The sun is shining outside (I can only extrapolate this from my last observation of the outside world, about an eternity ago, more or less).

Today they have cleaned my cage. They have kindly provided me with a new leash as well - the other was getting quite old now and was the cause of an annoying itch. (The powers that be, in their infinite and glorious wisdom, reasoned that it distracted me from my work.) Someone has also taken the liberty of leaving a small banquet of crumbs on my desk [aka Plains of Infernal Doom]. Hopefully it will rain in the afternoon, and perhaps I might be able to stick my tongue out of the bars and, with tongue protruding, quench my thirst with a couple of raindrops.

Oh I ask too much! Why, oh why, am I such a spoilt child?

Workers of the world... relax!

Ahhh that coffee still lingers in my memories of things which never happened.

Wanting to rise against the inhuman act of working (in the laziest way possible) my frustrated friend and I decided to share our anguish with the rest of the world online.

It was either that or actually doing some work - I quickly decided on the former.

The Revolution Begins

Saying that my fourth IT-related job and my first one abroad is also my worst working experience ever should suffice to explain how this blog came about.

While wasting time discussing with my mate back in Malta how sad life at work is, and dreaming about having a coffee in Paris, a red bottle of wine in Naples, or a beer in Marsaxlokk, we decided to share our frustrations with the rest of you.