Until a few months ago he had shared this room. Now it was his alone, though a second desk remained, equipped with a PC that was newer, faster and less battered than River’s. He could have commandeered it, but Service PCs were user-specific, and he’d have had to log a request for IT to reassign it; a thirty-minute job that could take eight months.
— Dead Lions (Mick Herron), Loc. 654–6
Yeah, that’s what my life looks like oftentimes these days.