{{{rigs}}}
{{{Tigs & whitebunny}}}
I just found out that they’re tearing down the wall next to my cubicle to build a new security office. On Friday. Like, THIS Friday.
The problem is, that’s my permanent desk over at the downtown office… a desk I haven’t been able to visit in nearly 3 weeks, because I’ve been dispatched to our suburban offices where IT is located… in an office I probably won’t have a chance to get back to before June, let alone Friday 2pm when they start construction.
Poop. Hope they can find someone to pack up my desk for me. I need that stuff, honest! (who else is everyone at the office going to mooch Advil off of, hmmm?)
I’ve spent most of the day being very entertained by the antics of the geese in the pond outside. Spring must be in the air… they’re looking rather frisky. 


It’s very scary to me because even though he’s generally in better shape than me, he IS almost 80 years old.