Where's tech support when you need it?

At my place of employment, I share an office/room with a colleague. We'll call her Vera. Vera has some interesting habits that make it very difficult to share a space with her.

For example, Vera has a tendency to hoard things. We have a mini-fridge that is filled with unused ketchup, mayo, mustard, and coffee cream packets... You know, "just in case." There are also half-eaten fruit cups from lunch that she takes home with her at the end of the week. The room is so cluttered that I constantly have bruises up the thighs of my legs from bumping into all the furniture that is shoved towards the middle of the room because the perimeter is stacked with boxes and boxes of "stuff."

We also have some OLD computers that are in the room on one of the tables that are NEVER used. Finally, Vera conceded to getting rid of the computers that are never used. A small success! The space that will be vacated by this ancient technology will hopefully make it seem like there is a lot more space in the room than there actually is.

Another co-worker, who we'll call Jackie, has asked to take the computers to her room. God knows what she plans to do with them; not a single one of them actually is fully functional. Some are missing Microsoft Word. On another, you can't access the Internet. The tech department has been less than helpful with these issues, to say the least.

Jackie apparently came to the room to collect the computers yesterday after Vera and I had both left. In the process, she unplugged everything under the tables where the computers were kept. The computers, monitors, surge protectors, router, printer, etc. were disconnected, yet the only item she took at this time is one of the monitors. I don't know why she didn't only unplug the items she is planning on taking, or only the one that she actually took for that matter, but there was nothing but a messy tangle of wires dangling beneath the table when I arrived this morning.

I attempted to print a spreadsheet this morning, at which point I realized the printer was no longer plugged into the outlet. I went over to sort out which cord went to the printer. In the process, I had to move this big basket that had somehow also gotten shoved underneath the computer table. In the process of reconnecting the printer, the basket snagged my nylons and I got a HUGE run in my pantyhose, from mid-calf all the way up to the top of my thigh.

And then, I was pissed right off. And I plan on staying that way all day.

P.S. I took an actual photo of the run in my nylons and tried to e-mail it to myself, but my phone is being a bitch, too, which gives me more justification to be pissed off. And it woulda been just in time for Half-Naked Thursday, too. Jerks.