'Are we there yet?'

Pre christmas (small 'c', pagan and all that) some builders built some stuff at my work. The dust has settled now and my much reduced room to store marketing items is complete. No it isn't. This room has no outside light source, or 'windows' as they are often referred to, the glassy, Pilkington® version as opposed to the crashy unstable type that most office workers are familiar with.

Now, to make the room usable, we have lights....switched most normally by a switch. Get me? Touch. My room has two switches. One in the newly created expanse of the 'Technical, sorry, Engineering, office next door to the marketing room which shall now be referred to as Switch A, the other, in a room the other side of the new marketing room, buried on a wall between some shelves, Switch B.

On arriving by bicycle this morning, I fancied the notion of 'turning on the light' in the little room so I could see (HSE execs scribble away) WTF I was doing. Having moved the pile of obstructions immediately in front of Switch B and flicking said switch, no light was forthcoming. Cursing loudly and leading with size 9 boot I made my fumbling way through a fire door (not, as named, on fire) and shouting the odds (acutally, 'FUCKING BUILDERS, WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO INSTALL A FUCKING SWITCH) I burst into the new Technical, sorry, Engineering, office.

Odd looks from the Engineering (got that right!) Director and some other employee. Other employee was on a Skype™call........

So, having shed my cycling gear, equipped myself with 'you wouldn't hit a man with glasses' glasses, I returned to aplogise. Sorry Engineering.

Then. I asked the person responsible for organising the builders just when the switch works were scheduled. The fob off ensued.
I could see that he was speaking but was very aware that the words he meant were 'Stop fucking asking shit face, they've gone. You're not going to get the poxy switch so sod off'.

Any one got a candle?