Today, I move offices . . . again. This is my fifth office since November, although, some of that had to do with the job change. But still.
I'm beginning to feel like Milton from Office Space:
Bill Lumbergh: Milt, we're gonna need to go ahead and move you downstairs into storage B. We have some new people coming in, and we need all the space we can get. So if you could go ahead and pack up your stuff and move it down there, that would be terrific, OK?
Milton Waddams: Excuse me, I believe you have my stapler...
At my last job, people changed offices infrequently. I was there for five-plus years, and the only reason I moved (after two years) was that a window office had finally opened up. Granted, it had a view of the 3rd Street tunnel, but I took it anyway -- broken old furniture and all. Then I stayed put for over three years.
Now I'm moving again, although instead of moving down the hall, I'm at least moving to another floor.
I need to go finish emptying out my desk drawers.