Argentina

I'm writing this late at night as it's simply too risky to attempt during the day at my desk. Yes, it's like that. The "market" is indeed fucked .So it's every man for himself and bollocks to the women. There is a chill in the air and I don't like it. OK, it's the same air con problems we've had for 3 years, but now no-one comments or calls it in. No-one wants to be seen as a trouble maker with too much time on their (rapidly turning blue) hands. No-one wants to become one of The Disappeared.

Because people have disappeared! One day there is a person there, messing up their desk, drinking endless cups of tea and coffee and talking talking talking and the next day there is nothing. Silence and a few shifty looks between colleagues. Often whole suits and a selection of personal effects will be left behind as some of The Disappeared take to the road. They rarely return to collect them - not in the daylight anyway.

As yet I remain in place. But my head is down. I'm preparing to suck. Sigh.

Ever yours,
Please don't sack me,
Secretia x