The Gorse Fox has the estimable pleasure of working in an open area in the Starfleet offices. He has given up the office of last week for the opportunity to sit with "the team". Unfortunately the bay in which the team is situated is surrounded by other groups. Nearby is a bay which is home to several secretarial or administrative staff. As the day has progressed the Gorse Fox has become more and more aware that one of these trolls is a whinger and she has spent all day wandering about from victim to victim moaning and whingeing about everything from her pinboard to the lack of water in her desk plants.
The Gorse Fox feels a need for a baseball bat and a moment of temporary insanity.
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