I'm not very good when it comes to being told what to do. This doesn't help much, given that I work at a place where the Healthy & Safety brigade are pretty strident.
In fact, my colleague Lucy and I are both very unaccommodating when it comes to being told what we should and shouldn't do. This is why we use the paper shredder as a doorstop and piles of tapes as bookends.
As you can imagine, both of these are definite no-nos.
We've also been asked by our office Health and Safety zealot not to leave bags on the floor (they could block the path to the fire exit) and not to pile reams of paper next to the printer (they could fall and hurt someone).
My response is standard; "well, if you need to move them then please do..."
Funnily enough this is not the best way to engender cordial working relations which is why, I think, the Heath and Safety fanatics are out to get us.
Today I was told that my desk was a health hazard and that I should think about cleaning it up. It's no surprise that this suggestion went down like a bucket of cold sick.
Does that look like a mess to you? I mean, do they want us to do some work or exist in some ridiculously sterile environment devoid of character and creativity?
That's how I left it to go home and that's how it's going to stay, ropey tennis racket and all.
Health and Safety my arse. God, it's feels so satisfying to say that.