Moving

I knew yesterday was going to be a light meeting day. I was thrilled to have time to whittle my to-do list down from three pages to, hopefully, one. I have to-do lists for my to-do lists and something has to change. Even two of my managers came by to express their sympathy for my stress. That's not cool. My stress is not their problem and I need to do a better job of not appearing stressed out at work.

Does anyone have any valium I could borrow?!

So yesterday started out light. I sat down in my office a little before 8:00 and at 8:13, two gentlemen from maintenance came by and asked when I'd be ready to move.

I set my coffee down and allowed my bleary-eyed haze to clear. Moving?

Moving?

I knew I was changing offices, but I sure-as-Hades didn't know it was today!

It was just time- I have two very nice offices and spend time 50/50 in them. I carry my entire house on my back between campuses and it is impossible to stay organized with two "home bases." Plus, I know the director of Facilities well and he promised me a window if I consolidated down to one office.

Score!

So I threw my stuff in boxes, filled up a dumpster, shredded enough paper to coat Manhattan, and moved.

Old Office A:

Old Office B:

New Office C, as seen from my desk, in the height of the insanity:

New Office C, as I fought the temptation to cry and hide under my desk until the paperwork rotted away:

New Office C, after a five-hour teleconference (hey, I was careful to pipe up every half hour or so!):

So I'm home now, at one campus, with all my junk in one place. The best part? The first time I've had real estate with a window. That afternoon sunshine is wonderfully refreshing and I think I can finally replace my fake ficas tree with a real tree!