I love my job

I've been toying with a few ideas for today's post. Not least of which will be the interesting folk I share an office with. So I thought I'd remix the lost Dr. Seuss poem like Timbaland and add in some unique experiences from Building 10, Cambridge Office Park (I'm going for the 10 Downing Street effect to make you think my job is important). The original is in the comments section just so you have a reference, that is if you've been under a rock and haven't received it via email already.

I Love My Job (The JonTheMan Remix!)

I love my job, I kinda like the pay! 
I need it more and more each day.
I like my colleagues, they are the best! 
Even when they keep me out of rest. 

I love my office and its location, It helps me plan a long vacation. 
I love my furniture, all bright and green, even though its never clean! 
I think my peers are really swell, even with their tons of gel. 
I love to work among my peeps, I love their loud and annoying cell-phone beeps. 

I like those colleagues old and grey, even if they moan and gossip all day.
I like the email jokes they receive, and play so loud you won't believe!
I like their private business calls, with intimate details echoing down the halls.
I like the conference calls next door, with arguments and tension galore! 

I like my computer and its software; 
I need a new one but IT doesn't care. I love webmarshal and every tracking file. 
I’d love them more if they didn't work a while. 

I’m happy to be here. I am. I am. 
I’m the most likely to be eating outside lunch break, I am. 
I love this blog, It is no chore. 
I'd rather do this than be in a meeting with a deadly bore. 
I love my job - I’ll say it again - I even love those SARS men. 
Those SARS men who’ve come today, 
To take away my bonus pay!