we don't live here anymore

so my team moved yesterday.

i don't have much emotional tie to the space we were in, but many people around me -- most have worked there for five years or longer -- were visibly sad about it all. one good friend almost threw himself on our boxes and said "don't leave!" i suggested he get into a box and label it for my cube, but something about agoraphobia came up and nothing ever happened.

whenever you move, you should be forced to go through your stuff and discard what's no longer needed. i say "should" because we've done at least one move where we told the movers to just box everything up and promised ourselves we'd go through it later.

that "later" never happened.

i amazed myself at the number of things i'd hidden in my cube. i had a 20 oz diet coke bottle saved for an emergency, as well as a bottle of water ... i had a dvd i bought for a dollar at target, full of "tom and jerry" cartoons that weren't exactly the cat and mouse -- there is a "tom and jerry" that's a ripoff of laurel and hardy, and these cartoons were bad videos of films of those cartoons.

i kept them because in one of them, tom and jerry go to africa and decide the best way to blend in with the populace is to go into full blackface mode. and this was on sale at a major retail outlet, in the dollar store section, where any unsuspecting parent or child might pick it up.

i found myself throwing away an alarming percentage of my accrued items, which is good -- i can start re-accruing crap in my new space, which, alas, is far less colorful than from whence we left. we were housed in the marketing department, which as you can guess is full of dope-smoking hippie liberal macintosh users.

regardless of your political bent, you gotta admit that being around a bunch of dope-smoking hippie liberal macintosh users is a hell of a lot of fun.

now we move to one of the most bland, non-descript concrete eastern-bloc office towers in town, full of computer nerds and wafts of curry in the elevators.

sigh.