Dedicated to the employee of Her Majesty’s Stationery Office during the 1970s, who once came to work in Sovereign House dressed in cooking foil.

I am testing the machine. If the room is bright the paper copies become darker. I always have to close the lid tight so the lamp will shine just on the right part of the desired document or object.

 

If I photocopy my hand and set the paper for a bigger size I can see my fingerprint at double its size. If I dip my finger in white paint before copying it I can see it even more clearly. I can’t believe that nobody else in the whole universe has this same fingerprint. How could there be so many shapes? Surely there is someone with the very same fingerprint, perhaps in China. Or maybe there was a person with the same fingerprint in the XVIth Century.

Yesterday the new photocopy machine arrived. You have to put the liquid in the machine on the left and press the button on the right.

 

No. Put the paper in on the right side and press the button on the left. The liquid has to be replaced at the back. Pull it straight and press a number. Turn it off and on again. Off and on again.

 

Yesterday when everyone left the office, I stayed and tested the new machine. I might stay every night this week.

I came to work on the third day of November - I was not expecting it to be this cold.

 

I came to work today.  I was expecting it to be this cold.

But I don’t like it.

 

A decent heating system should be installed or the windows should be better insulated. Everyone is freezing. There are still two months left of this weather. Two months of freezing cold. Why can’t they just build things properly? We are doing a proper job here and we need the right working conditions for it. I am freezing here because someone else did not do their job.

 

I was trying to fill in the gaps around the window frames but they got wet. I brought some towels from home and cut them to pieces but it still did not work. I bought an electrical heater for my office but the next day it disappeared and later I found it broken in a corridor.

 

They have to do something about it.

Dedicated to the employee of Her Majesty’s Stationery Office during the 1970s, who once came to work in Sovereign House dressed in cooking foil.