Those who have seen the second of the Star Trek reboot films will be familiar with what the expression above means. Those who haven't will probably be rolling their eyes at this point, especially at the sight of my desktop background and my old college sweatshirt. (Which, I only realised the following day when it was too late to re-PAD, completely obscures my chair.)

I didn't have time to do a PAD shot during the day today. However this evening I had to take photos of my home office arrangement to submit to the OH&S Department to allow me to work one day per week at home.

Before you start thinking that this is some sort of bonus awarded to employees, let me set you straight. My place of employment has recently moved to a system called "real time working" in which you have no desk of your own, no cabinet or storage space of your own aside from a small locker, and to top it off they've allocated something like 30 desks amongst 40 staff. This is in part to allow some of our previous floorspace to be sublet to other companies.

Consequently, something has to give and one way around this is to have people work from home one day per week. To ensure that the bureaucratic formalities are followed, however, you need to first submit details of your home office space including whether you have a fire extinguisher and an evacuation plan. I sh*t you not.

What I found particularly laughable was their request to know whether I had adequate and up-to-date computer equipment when in fact my home built machine with its 32 gig of memory and multiple terabytes of hard disk storage could wipe the floor with damn near any of the dinosaurs that the company supplies to its staff.

The keen eyed will be aware that there is one, just one piece of fabrication in my submission. Yes, I do not in fact have a Boxer living here, just the ceramic one that you see on my desk.