Italian efficiency

Today I changed desks in the office. Before I was sitting right next to the door which was kind of a shitty spot since I was constantly disturbed by people walking by in the hallway, plus it put me right under the AC vent. But now, oh now! I have a new shiny desk with a slightly used computer and bookcases and notice boards around me and all sorts of neat stuff! The whole changing of work station thing was quintessentially Italian: one guy came to move my stuff. I told him there was no actual desks being moved, just a change of computer and my handbag moved a couple of meters (he left, muttering under his breath). Then another guy came to move my phone. Then another guy came to move my computer. 

Isn't it adorable? 

Ciao!