Time to say goodbye.

It's almost moving day here. Tomorrow is the big day. Most of my toys and office supplies are packed. I am leaving the cube farm in the new building for an office in the old building. Cube farm is an over statement, this is more of a cube patch. Calling this a farm is an insult to farms. I am not going to miss the half mile walk from my truck to my desk every morning. I am not going to miss the half mile trek out either. Nor will I miss the mile round trip at lunch. I am not going to miss my five foot high faux walls or my modular furniture. I won't miss having to sneak my soda back to my desk after lunch, sodas are free to come and go how they please in the old building. I am not going to miss the stain on the carpet where I spilled some frosting. I don't think I will miss all the noise that comes into a cube. There is not much about my current set up I am gonna miss. In the men's room of the new building, I will have to turn the faucet on for myself, it will not turn on automagically. Likewise, I will have to flush the toilet for myself. Hopefully that I flush the toilet when I am done using it will start a needed trend, even a revolution in men's room care. Probably not, but I can dream. I will miss the smell of the day in the men's room over here. I know that is disgusting, but it is a new adventure everytime I go in there. Incidentally, today it smells like evil. You might not have known that had a smell, but it does. I will not miss the automatic flushing toilets and sinks. Maybe flushing the toilet instead of depending on a machine to do it for me can be part of my weight loss plan? I will miss the excitement of the half bird half rat critter in the ceilings of the new building. I can only hope the Braats find their way over to the old building. I will miss having a perfect place to hide cigarettes, even though I don't smoke. I will miss seeing the Erics on the occasions anyone plays darts on a break. That about tears it with stuff I will miss. Nothing else comes rushing to mind. Just like that, the new place is out, the old place is in. Good riddance new place. I wonder if the new tenant to my former cube will be able to figure out what that stuff is on the wall? I am not gonna tell the new tenant what it is. It's my little secret, think of it as a gift, if you will. I wonder if the new owner will appreciate my modifications? Maybe I shouldn't talk about them, nevermind. In short, from now on, these blogs will be written in a hard walled office. Maybe they will finally start making sense.

UPDATE: Now the men's room smells like evil mixed with a lite chef's salad... And maybe a little bit of the musty odor from the inside of a mountain man's boot. If there was a vortex in there that opened up to a landfill in an alternant reality, well, lets just say that would explain some things.