September 28th, 2006

Upending My World

I'm the type of person that gets comfortable in a routine.  A big part of my routine, of course, is going to work.

I've been at my current job for four years now.  In that time, we have reshuffled our cubicles three times for organizational and expansion purposes.  People packed up their stuff and moved it into a new space.  But for whatever reason, each new floorplan had me in the same place.  So in four years, I've never moved.

However, this week our entire office has been moving into another suite in the building.  I wasn't going to escape the move this time!  I've only had one other job longer than this one--and not by much.  I can remember moving at least once in that job.  That means that I had four years of stuff to pack up and move to my new desk.  That's a long time to accumulate junk.

I've been at least semi-decent at not keeping things that aren't necessary, but my cube seems to have become a storage area for a lot of miscellaneous things that aren't really "mine."  There's a lot of computer software, manuals, accesories (i.e. keyboards and mice), and even extra computers just hanging out along with most of the documentation and extra cablilng for our server racks.  I took this opportunity to find new homes for about half of that stuff.  That makes for a tidier cabinet with some extra space in my new cube.

But now I have to get used to being on the other side of the building, which also means parking in a new spot.  Somehow I managed to remember to do that yesterday morning--though I did almost go to the wrong side when I was coming back from lunch.
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Meanwhile, Lissa and I bought new body lotion.  I used it for the first time this morning.  It has cocoa butter in it.  I smell delicious!

Slow torture

So I'm sitting at my new desk...

There's a low frequency sound that cycles in and out.  It is slowly driving me to madness.  I may become a serial killer.

I tried to drown it out with my headphones.  I could still hear it.  In fact, I can kind of feel it.  It vibrates the floor a little.

I just called building maintenance.  Hopefully I'll have something good to report before I start randomly stabbing myself and others.