I shall say this only once……

from left to right, A, B, S, G

Change is good, change is progress, change is evolution (unless you are one of those sandal wearing religious nutters or Sarah Palin) change is what differentiates the human race from the single celled amoeba that once crawled from the primordial slime and is currently inhabiting my boss’s chair.
Change is wonderful unless you work here and then change is viewed rather like the general public see Wind Farms, a great idea unless they are doing it too close to where you live and it ruins the view from your garden!
In fact change is viewed with such suspicion that we have a special dedicated team whose sole role in life (life at work anyway) is to scrutiny anything vaguely related with change and publicly crucify anyone who steps vaguely out of line. Not only is Special Directorate four of the Thought Police tasked with tracking change (using Aeronautical code words to confuse the rest of us) they have also been known to take on menial tasks for other more sinister departments, things like sniffling round the office after everyone has left to make sure that no-one has not followed ‘process’ or been thinking for themselves.
Pretty important stuff in somewhere as Orwellian as here and you would assume staffed by the brightest and the best of what remains after operation ‘if it moves offshore it and if it doesn’t kick it till it moves and then offshore it’ Reader, I know that in your minds eye you have conjured up a picture of sharply dressed FBI style agents with dark glasses, their names on proper coffee mugs, faded newspaper clipping of their good deeds proudly displayed on their cubicle walls and a penchant for shouting ‘GOOOODAMMMIT NO!’ when really vexed.
Well you couldn’t be more wrong – discard Moulder and Scully and replace them with Mouldy and Scullery and you would be nearer the truth, this shower have so much in common with the cast from ‘allo ‘allo that they get asked to sign autographs and appear at fan club events. Slip on shoes are de rigour (lace ups are for bigger boys) sharp suits have been replaced with George from Asda and the dark glasses actually come with a white stick and a dog. Gone are the newspaper clippings and in their place a proudly displayed dry bed chart (with lots of black stars) and a 10 metres silver swimming certificate.
At this point ladies and gentlemen I would like to point out that Rene’s café (as the change office is known) is as about as far away from my sterile and business like desk in my office as it is possible to get without crashing Incredible Hulk style through the wall but given the choice between the animalistic grunting, shrill cries, snuffling noises and all pervading stench of week old tena lady pants that seem to always be emanating from the special needs corner and spending time at the morgue like North Korean mental hospital that is my cubicle then interaction and a bit of a laugh with the Change Monkeys wins every time!

You know who you are, keep up the good work!

RLD