Building Eating Disease
Wednesday, February 19, 2003. Entry #206

Seriously. It's like some sort of virulent bacteria, chewing it's way through the building, leaving only debris behind it.

Every day, a little bit more is gone. The hallway by the bathroom is being torn up at a rate of a couple feet a day. One day there is a door in a wall, the next, a gaping hole covered in a tarp.

Unfortunately, the areas the virus has gone through do not in any way appear 'done'. They could be considered 'done' in the way I consider my apartment 'clean', which is only in a functional sense. It's not up to a white glove test, but clean enough so no pathogens are breeding on the kitchen counter.

Light fixtures are empty, walls need painting, the baseboards are mysteriously absent, stuff like that. I can tell the little jobs of this rebuild will last until fall.

The building renovations have finally started encroaching on our area, and tomorrow we move to our temporary office until our new space is complete. We spent a good portion of today packing our offices into boxes.

At least we're having our equipment moved for us this time. The other four times I've shifted locations over the last year, I've schlepped all my gear myself. Tomorrow morning I should come in to find all my stuff ready to go in the new area.

For the next six weeks, seven of us will be shoehorned into a space comparable in size to my living room/dining room area at home. The movers have already come by with perplexed looks on their faces trying to figure out how our desks will fit in the room at all.

"Is there a problem?" I asked one guy.

"Yeah," he said. "I think we're going to have to cut three feet off your desk to get it in."

I laughed.

He didn't.

I stopped laughing.

I've seen the layouts for the temporary and permanent spaces, and both setups have me sitting with my back to the room in a corner.

Nuh uh.

My back should be to the wall. Not that think I need to be watching for assassins or anything, but I get really focused when I'm working and people coming up behind me creep me out, especially when I'm wearing my headphones. While I will be doing since everyone will be sitting in each other's laps and no one wants to listen to my Louis Prima mp3s.

Sasha's started up her new journal finally. Why don't you head over and take a look. Ogle her picture too.

I tell you, I knew Cathy was going to win Celebrity Mole. She was too funny not to.

High School Reunion is finally over. It got all mushy in the last episode, with everyone all moogy about how wonderful it was and what a life-changing experience it was. Blah.

But at least Natasha was miserable. Served her right. Hope her boyfriend kicked her ass when he saw the footage of her macking on Dan B.

I will admit, I got a bit weepy when Summer's secret admirer turned out to be her real life boyfriend, and he came on and proposed. Sniff. I'm a sucker for that crap.

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