The only thing I complain about in work is that my office is below road level so I have no view. I look out of my window and there are lots of brambles and bushes, and if I crane my neck I sometimes manage to see peoples feet as they walk past. I always like to be quite positive and will say that during the winter months, there is a lovely little robin who pays us a visit and lands on the bush. It's the highlight of my year.
I suppose another positive is that during the week of warm weather that us Brits call summertime, I can't actually see the sunlight so don't get that feeling of disappointment that I'm stuck in the office. Similarly, the rain never seems so bad. It's kind of like working in a cave.
But it's green and natural, I hear you say. At least it's not concrete right? But concrete doesn't move. This stuff looms over me and creeps forward slowly until I feel like it's going to bury me alive. Then the caretaker appears and cuts it all back until all that's left is a bunch of sticks raised threateningly at me.
It's so bad that I always ask if I can move into the upstairs offices. What do they have a view of you might ask? Well, their only view is of the cemetery which is situated next to our office. At least it's peaceful I suppose.