Whoever the new moron is attending the front desk at our office had better learn to keep his eyes trained in the proper direction, or one of these days he's going to get more than he bargained for. Ugh, he's an insufferable little cockroach, and I swear, if we weren't so short-staffed and I didn't know that it won't do a damn bit of good, I'd be making formal complaints. I don't know how the little weasel ever got a job in the Ministry to begin with.

I've got six cases on the docket right now, and I barely have time to look over one of them before I get some new demand lately. Of course they're all of the utmost importance, I'm not supposed to prioritize, I'm supposed to deal with them all so the docket can be cleared for another six cases. Not to mention our horrendous backlog, which no one's come anywhere near to making a dent in for months. I'm really tempted to suggest we start using some Muggle police methods, so we can take back some of the blokes who've lost their magic, but I know perfectly well our Department head is a colossal pain, and one of the most tradition-bound idiots you'll ever lay eyes on. Innovation is not in his dictionary.

I, meanwhile, am in vast need of a drink.