Moving Chaos, No Tennis

It was hard enough to get a tennis court at 5pm and BAM!

-partner doesn't show up on time
-rain
-smarmy tennis coach thinks I'm a hudlum

FEH BERJAMBUL!

And tommorow is the last day. Then they all move to the PTE and I get left behind along with 7 other people. It's not fair. I'm forced into this job and I don't even have any say in what I can do. That 'Crocodile Pit' incident back in the 60s sounds more alluring everyday.

It seems that no one is caring about anything in the office today- let it be, I don't either.