The moving guys have removed all of the stuff that was surrounding my desk and the desk of the woman who sat next to me. Soon there will be cubes in it's place and I'll be moved to another room. In the meantime, it's just me in the end of a great big room. People feel the need to come by and to comment on the space (yup, it's empty, except for Liz) and to watch me work. Not only that, they're touching me. Do I look like someone who wants to be touched? NO!!