Swear Bus

For 9 months I have been sitting on my own in a 2 desk office at the pointy end of the building, while my colleagues have been jollying it up next door, free of a management presence. As I was not appointed as the manager (one candidate has turned it down, another candidate appointed at a lower role to replace the Senior role not advertised (to the chagrin of my less senior colleagues, who have now negotiated that one of them will get a promotion), but still no manager appointed: I was apparently 2nd, but I did get the opportunity to turn it down, which I did, as I was obviously not the person they wanted), I have moved all my stuff into the office next door, with my colleagues (they all said yes when I asked them). Which is all well and good, except there isnt enough space for all my kit.
Now they have instigated a swear box, in the shape of a pottery red bus piggy bank, which I have been obliged to fill over the last 3 days. I have been used to my own office and swearing quotient, and now every time I get caught swearing, which usually involves another swear, the swear bus is rigorously enforced. "Bloody Buggery Bollocks" cost me a quid. Small coins at the start of the day until you run out of change. We should be OK for the Christmas outing.