Which is, of course, why I think about -- and obsess about -- them endlessly.
* Like why "they" ordered me a footstool at work so my feet would no longer dangle.
This is what was ordered:
Seem reasonable? Yes, it does. All bumpy and cool and raised up and stuff.
Until you assemble it and put it under your desk.
And your feet still dangle.
* Like the rule about having nothing -- NOTHING, I say -- under your desk in the new office building.
A rule that will be enforced by the new-building nazi. So that if you DO leave something under your desk, it will be confiscated.
Even the box that I had under my desk to put my feet on because the footstool they ordered was too short.