There are a lot of changes going on at work, lately. In an effort to better group some of the staff, a lot of office moves are underway. I seem to be at the bottom of the pile, in more ways than one.
At the end of the day, I get to make a very short move (next door) with big implications. While I will be moving, the furniture will be staying. Somehow, I have to figure out how to move from an executive L-shaped desk to a small manager's desk without a return. Apparently, much of my paperwork is about to go from "in my face" to "in some drawer." Too bad, I'm sure that most of it is fairly important.
And the office next to mine is being remodeled. Whatever they are using to prep the walls is sure to have an extremely high street value. All those years spent just saying "No" to sniffing glue are going out the door. In fact, the current Internet radio station of choice is playing hippy tunes from the 60s and 70s. I'm just waiting for a tie-dyed VW Bus to go rolling down the hallway.
Hey, what's a little glycol ether among friends, right? Peace, man. Spread the love.