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I know I've said this before, but it deserves mentioning again: I hate moving. All sorts of moving. Little moving, big moving, and everything in between is just not for me. Perhaps it stems from my inherent packrattiness or the fact that every time I move, I end up losing track of something that I wish I hadn't. We've outgrown the executive suites we're leasing at the office (not imho, but I'm powerless in the decision) and are headed for "greener pastures". My company has signed a contract on larger office space and everyone but our Director and his technical counterpart (my boss) is headed for a cube. I haven't worked outside an office of my very own in over 5 years. I don't particularly mind as long as I can make it a cave of my own. With an office, ownership is a given and privacy is luxuriously yours to be enjoyed. With a cube, personalization is necessary to identify it as your space to be invaded. You have to figuratively pee on the bush to mark your territory. Being a senior fellow in the office, I naturally have the cube right next to the window with the best view, but it wasn't always to be just so. The contractors that built the cubes out when they designed out floor (fourth, if you are curious) build full height cube walls along the wall containing the glass that separates people space from green space thus obscuring the view. We aren't fully moved in yet, so this morning I took to the cubes with a screwdriver and hammer. It wasn't quite as dramatic as Peter's wall tumble in Office Space, but close. I reconstructed my cube so I have an open side directly facing the plate glass to provide about 15 linear feet of piney forest view. I dig it. It's much better than the view from my old office (now, post DIY makeover). Our new pure VoIP phone system is in and the new numbers are online. If you are in vocal contact with me on a regular basis (or even irregularly), you'll probably be getting the new contact info shortly if you haven't already. Once the dust settles, it won't be bad (repeat to self ad nauseum). I feel like I need a red Swingline stapler now. The head hancho around here decided arbitrarily that tomorrow will be the furniture move day. This is significant because he volunteered his employee's trucks without asking (all of us have at least one vehicle that is a truck with the exception of Todd... his version of a truck is a Porsche). So the move has officially begun. Joy.