I woke up this morning in my flat and was promptly assailed by a large tornado. It appeared to set me down in my flat again. However, upon arriving at my company, I discovered that my things and my nameplate were in my own Vice-President's office. The incompetent twat was in my chair. CEO of my company. As in, not me.
While that is going to be taken care of very quickly, I would like an explanation for the tornado, given that something is obviously amiss.