h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

So there I am, turning the wheel on the filing-cabinet-on-rails setup we have for storing documents in Medical Records when I hear a scraping sound. "I don't like the sound of this", I think. I'm not wrong, there's a "shuddering" feeling and the cabinet stops moving. One of the little wheels has come off.

Eventually, some maintenance people come around and have a look at the thing. They leave it and go off elsewhere.

"Is that going to be fixed for tomorrow?" I ask.

"No", says a colleague, "they need to send the people round from the manufacturers before it's fixed. Could be a while."

Health and Safety means we can't even get access to those parts of the cabinet "opened" in case it topples (as it has done before).

Most of my job involves putting away files from Front Filing.

So, it looks like my job description for the foreseeable future might be "sitting drinking coffee, drawing cartoons of comedy anarchists with bombs (don't ask) and occasionally putting away a file that *isn't* from Front Filing".

Meanwhile, the never-ending flow of files coming into the office will continue.

On the plus side, yesterday we had to get into the canteen via fire-escape. Now, suffering from a very bad fear of heights as I do, I wasn't too enamoured at having to use the external fire-escape with it's see-through floor. However, I managed it and I managed it without being bothered too much. Maybe the old fear of heights is receding. In November of 2001 I went to see Jack Dee at the Glasgow Royal Concert Hall and found out the seats were in the "gallery". Other punters were greatly amused by my "holding the sides of the seats with white knuckles, staggering down the isle gingerly and sweating" performance as I made my way to my seat. It would be nice change. Still can't imagine I'd handle a glass lift too well though .