The Office Pet is still there. I was getting some tea and I stared at the poor thing for five minutes. It didn’t move.

This explains why I didn’t spot it any of the other zillion times I went in and out of the kitchen - it is just floating around completely motionless, probably bored into its coma-like state.
Mentioned the poor bastard to a colleague who suddenly got a worried look on her face, saying that she too had thought about fixing a nicer place for it. So maybe I’m not alone.

In fact, perhaps the entire office is genuinely concerned about this turtle in a jar on top of the office fridge.

More disturbing is a new breed of office pets, announcing its presence this morning. Stepping out of the elevator the first thing I see is a cockroach the size of a bloody banana. Lying on its back, I’m not sure if it was dead or just having a rest. I swear, this thing was so huge that I’d not be surprised if it would come to my desk, borrow my phone and order some take away.

He’s probably playing Mahjong with the drivers during lunch breaks.