My Addled Brain

So, my employer had decided that moving our corporate office members out of our extremely overcrowded main office (which is shared with our Tampa division), into a new building, was finally necessary. I guess when all four of your company’s main officers are forced to share one office, one is finally forced to realize that maybe, just maybe, you’ve managed to finally tap the last shred of space from your property.

And doesn’t THAT sound like a riveting reality show:

This is the story of four strangers who run a successful multi-million dollar business, who find out what happens when people stop following the corporate HR policy, and start being real.

I’m calling my cable operator about that one right now.

Wow, I’ve exhausted my italics quotient for the day, and it’s only the fifth paragraph. I can still impress myself when I try. But I digress.

We moved into the new digs last weekend. The place still smells faintly of paint, the food processing/packing building behind us is a new experience every day (today, it’s roasted bell peppers and vinegar), and the office stereo system is permanently affixed to one of those crappy radio stations that has been calling themselves “new” for over three years and still plays Unwell Every. Fucking. Day.

And every five minutes I get asked horribly obvious computer questions by our HR staff (I feel myself turning a little bit more into Nick Burns every day); but on the other hand I have air conditioning (in my old office, it was more of a concept than a reality, being located next to our warehouse), and I’ll even have my own office once they can get one more desk in the door, which means I can turn off the incessant tide of Shania Twain and Uncle Kracker, and crank out whatever I want from Ye Olde MP3 Player at will (thanks, Creative! Thanks, copyright infringers!)

Now, if I could just figure out why the site-to-site tunnel from the new office to Tampa only works one way…