Little bites of misery

We've always thought things were bad at Tartarus. We just never knew how much potential there was for things to get worse. There are just so many little ways to make life in Tartarus more miserable. 

Take, for instance, the administrative assistant, a job once filled by Pterry. After Pterry was fired, our board of directors announced that they would not be looking for a new assistant until a permanent replacement for the Hutt was found. That was over a year ago. Randomly, last week, they hired a new Pterry. Old Pterry had a nice desk in the same office as Shoes. We suspect Comfort Inn re-purposed that desk somewhere because when they hired the new Pterry, they put in a cheap, junky desk (of the sort you buy for like 20 bucks at Walmart) for her. And somehow there is no space for this desk any more. Instead of having a reasonable amount of space to work, new Pterry's desk is squeezed in between Shoes' desk and the door to the staff bathroom. Any time someone needs to use the restroom, the new Pterry has to stand up and let them in. And then stand there while they do their business. 

If history is any indication, new Pterry will not last long.