Work expands...

... to fill the time available to it. You find yourself in a pointless meetings staring at a glass of water. Definitely a Quadrant Four event for those of you who know your Covey.

"Are we done?" you hear yourself say, and go and do something more important.

It's a time of change and people are frail. The best thing to do is coffee shop management. Get out of the building, have a latte, talk in a way you can't with the Mysterious Forces of Open Plan (MFOP) all around you (walls have ears, but in modern offices your colleagues lugs are never far away, and even if they are decent folk they can't help subconsciously hoovering up your whispered indiscretions).

It's a time of boredom when everything is important but nothing gets your interest. The day is all lists and grind, coglike wheels of necessary bureaucracy; without it we'd fail but with it everything fades to grey.

Take no notice, heed me not. As my father used to say, with but a minor philosophical variation: everything inside this blip is false.