In the course of 15 minutes, I discovered:
None of which is fatal, of course, but all of which is annoying.
At least it should be quiet.
UPDATE: After a few nasty glances from folks looking to use the little conference room, I relocated myself to an empty cube next to it. That has the further advantage of being right next to the one printer on the floor that I can get an IP address for, so that I can print.
Still no phone, though. I'll have to dig one up to give Margie a call at lunch.
Filed under :: Job Jollies
Sounds like you need to channel the Power of Guilt, or at least the Power of not Helping.;->