Good Morning!
It's a good thing I was awake when this happened or I would've been pissed. At 6:31 this morning, I was rushing through my morning routine when my cell phone rang. It was Amy so I figured it was important and picked up. In fact, it was not important, it was apparently Amy's phone missing me and giving me a little good morning shout-out on it's own. I bid it farewell and went back to what I was doing.

When I got to work, I was in the kitchen making my oatmeal (with milk in an attempt to raise my calcium intake) when the office manager came in and said 'you're moving, na ja?' Um... sure. I guess we bought yet another company (probably for $1 like we were) and those guys are moving in. I'm losing my swank digs and moving into the big room with the grownups, which is kind of okay since I work with them pretty closely anyhoo. I did manage to talk her out of erecting cubicles because they really fuck with my wrists. Of course she went on to grill me about how it works (this is sort of like being at the hospital, where each person who meets you asks the same questions and you have to answer them) why I couldn't use a keyboard tray (fat thighs, if you must know) or have the cubicle height adjusted (I need it lower than a file cabinet, which seems to be an integral part of any cubicle) why this why that. Finally I said, I've figured out over the years that when I have a setup that works, I don't change it. Let's find a way to keep my current desk setup intact. I do not need fancy bookcases or cupboards, just a desk at the right height so I don't have pain. I really don't think that's too much to ask.