Many of the people who used to be above me are now my equal.

No.

I didn't get promoted.
They got demoted.

And now my old boss' boss is my new boss.

It's great. He's not the same as the old boss.

My kind have come out of the big restructure with something resembling a little bit of power and we are gleefully wielding it while we can, like an Eskimo in a baby seal-clubbing contest.

What's also great is that my (new) boss is on crutches at the moment.
I don't mean it's great that he's in lots of pain following painful surgery.
What's great is that he can't sneak up on us any more, because we can hear his crutches approaching from a minute away.
It's better than putting a bell on him. He's like that crocodile in Peter Pan that swallowed the clock, and everyone could tell when he was near because they could hear the tell-tale tick-tock, tick tock.

Except with our boss, it's more like a clip-clop, clip-clop.

What's even greaterer is that the company has assigned the new boss a mobility scooter to get his cripilized ass around our ginormous building.
And this morning he left the keys in the ignition, so I stole it to visit someone at the other side of the room.

Two other people from my department thought that looked like fun, so they also borrowed it.

The first one managed to crash into our boss' desk when returning it, which in turn knocked over his book case, spilling all his books out onto the floor.
The second managed to run over someone's foot.

Woman drivers!

I knew it would all end in tears.

Tears of laughter…

One of the demotees came out of an intense meeting with the new boss.

It took all the effort I could muster to not burst out in howls and tears laughter as she came out meeting room today, saying, a little too loudly: "I really like being anal about this sort of thing…"

The Bob Dylan lyric "What looks large from a distance/ Close up ain't never that big…" has never really made much sense to me until today.

There's a guy at work who is a giant freak.

I've often watched him walk past and thought, Wow. Look at that giant freak. He's so tall and freaky.

A colleague called him over and got us to stand back-to-back today.

It turns out that he is only ever-so-slightly taller than me.

Great.

Now I'm a giant freak, too.

It's quite windy here at the moment.

How windy?

I was playing guitar outside during my afternoon break.

The wind started blowing my guitar bag along the ground.
It had my electronic tuner and a couple of guitar books in it.

I thought to myself that surely it won't blow into the lake.

Curse me and my optimism, I was wrong.

D-Missus: "What do you mean you went out to lunch with the new guy? Didn't you go out to lunch with him yesterday as well?"

D-Man: "Yeah."

D-Missus: "You guys are getting on pretty well."

D-Man: "Yeah. It's kinda disturbing just how much we have in common. The same interests. The same philosophies. The same sense of humour. We even finish each other's… ”

D-Missus: “What?”

D-Man: “Well, that's where he'd normally jump in and say ‘sentences' …”

D-Missus: (Singing) "You and the New Guy, sitting in a tree…"

D-Man: "What?"

D-Missus: "You like him! You LOVE him! He's your boyfriend."

D-Man: "He's not my boyfriend! He's just a boy … who happens to be my friend."

D-Missus: (Singing) "K…I…S…S…"

D-Man: "This conversation is over."

D-Missus: (Singing) "I…N…G…"