Getting in the way

It's been a busy time.  My dad has finally been discharged from hospital after a series of trial stays at home.  By contrast, my friend is still in hospital and has had a very recent crisis.  Thankfully she's pulling round, but any of you out there who believe in the power of positive thought, please send some in my friend's direction.  I'm not sure I believe in it, but it's rather like telling the husband to boil a kettle while his wife gives birth - it gives you something to do, instead of feeling powerless.  Work has been busy, we are relocating to another building.  The move was supposed to take place at the beginning of August, the whole thing has been "Project Managed", but with typical NHS foresight, four of the people moving into our vacated desks arrived last Monday and have spent the week referring to us as "lodgers" and in one conversation which was unfortunately overheard by our least resilient member, "interlopers"!  Said member of our team has now gone off sick with the stress of it all.  Our most resilient team member didn't help matters by declaring that she "wasn't going anywhere until someone measures my arse to make sure it fits in my new chair".  Things reached a head when our coffee, tea and sugar were thrown out of the kitchen cupboard to make way for their huge mug collection, a large sign appeared on the stationery cupboard with someone's name and a direction to ask permission before taking items out and we were forbidden from linking our computers up to "their" colour printer.  Generally I've coped by trying to see the funny side, and there's plenty humour in there, it's all so territorial, but other people haven't seen the funny side and it's taken huge amounts of self-restraint and tact to prevent my team from launching physical assaults on the new arrivals. We received a phone call this morning asking us to pack our things and move next Monday morning.  As one problem is solved, another arises.  So far we have been lucky enough to benefit from free parking.  The new offices have only Pay and Display parking which will cost us £7 a day each.  Ho Hum - now where did I pack my Self-restraint and Tact Manual?