Life in A sitcom

Today I decided that it would probably be a good idea to record the dysfunctional characters that inhabit my workplace. Ok, I know that everyone's work is filled with a rogue's gallery of nutters, paranoiacs, workaholics and a good few devoid of social skills. But why does it seem my employer is overpopulated?

First of all, we've all been there a while. A long, long while. Don't know why, perhaps the building drew us here like something from a sci fi, all filtered lights at night and ominous music.

They do pay us a good pension.

So here we are....all in some sort of time shift in a grand old building in town where they film period dramas outside and we get the odd high profile squatters next door. Come on in. Come and say hello to the gang.

Nick - the receptionist who hates people and doesn't like to serve others. He's petrified of technology but has been to some of the coolest rock festivals on the planet.

Phillipa the policy director with (suspected) aspergers. who's actually quite sweet as long as you use the right word.

Nigel the man who's lived in the same polyester trousers for 15 years and has a penchant for sexist racist jokes (but again is a nice guy at heart)

A plethora of intelligent, funny but highly single and slightly paranoid women in their late 30s and 40s.

All topped off by a gay accountant who has a passion for flagpoles, an office painted red and dreams of having a title.

Unreal eh? or perhaps just pretty common.

But hey, what's normal? Let's just hang out our most paranoid, passionate and dysfunctional selves on the flagpole of life, and see what people make of us. You never know, there might be someone else as into picking their noses as us?