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December 19, 2002
Musical Offices
So... I've known it was coming for over a month, but the whole process has begun. We're in the middle of a big office move at work. Our building is only about two years old, but we're actively outgrowing it. Since we've added so much staff lately, including some new management positions, about one third of us are having to move around. In order to bribe people to move, we've been enticed by the prospect of fresh paint and new window treatments in our new offices. Also, "The Greater Good," something that all non-profit workers hear a lot about, has been called upon, so I am moving. The paint? Sage green with beige trim. A rust and sage green valance will compliment our beige blinds. This was all picked out by a designer who is not enough like Vern, and too much like Bobby Trendy. Lip gloss. On a man. Who's a decorator. Ick. So yeah, it's all Trading Spaces in my office right about now. But without Paige. Thank the dieties for that, because we have enough annoying people who are all in everyone's business. The deal is, the move is taking place over a few days, and today, they made me move out of my current office, and I'm not able to move into my new office until Monday. So currently? I have a cart with a computer on it in the copy room. That's right, I'm all Rob Schnieder in there, making small talk with the people as they make copies. I'm totally trying not to be all, "Shauna! Making copies! The Shaunameister! Shauna-lana-ding-dong! Using the toner!" That would be creepy, and frankly, many people in my office are not much into pop culture, and would think that I was actually weirder than they think I am. If that's possible. At least I actually have a computer that's attached to the network. Of course, since I'm in charge of the network, then that would never happen. No Internet at work? I don't bloody THINK so! SO, that's about it. By Christmas, I'll be all esconced in my paint-fumed cocoon, and I just pushed through a brand new computer for myself, a reward for being so budget-conscious in 2002, and I should have that to play with during the week between Christmas and New Year's, when of course only the dopes who don't plan their vacation time well will be at work. Should be fun. Posted by timbrat • 07:25 AM
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