Topsy Turvy

(another MySpace cross post)
So yesterday they re-routed our phone lines to the people taking over in Florida - in the middle of the day. When we were still working. After a bit of confusion (my trainee IM-ing me to ask what she should tell the Account Exec on her phone line, "Why did she call YOU already?" "She didn't, she called YOUR number and got me.") I called MY line from my cell phone to check what was going on, and rather than hearing my own desk phone ring, I hear "Oh crap!" the trainee on the other end of the line...

I go storming through the office (my trainee still on my cell asking questions and offering suggestions about what would be ideal for the phone situation) muttering things like "We're still working here!" to the first person I can find, which is our General Manager and say "They transferred our phones already!!! The Florida people don't know how to answer our calls!" and he says "Well, they're going to have to." and asks if I checked with our IT lady. I bashfully say no and ask if she's even here. (Legit question, she's been running back and forth between the office and the factory the past few weeks.) Luckily not only is she here, but the phone guy still is ("They told me to do it today!" "Yeah, for the people who ALREADY LEFT."), and we're able to get him to switch our lines back and ask him to come do it later. Apparently he doesn't work on Fridays so it'll have to be Thursday. We're like "fine, but can it be as late as possible on Thursday?" So we'll see.

And Friday the computers are coming down, so really tomorrow IS our last day of productive-ish type work, if you can call it that amidst all the packing up, cleaning and throwing out of stuff. It sucks being the last ones because we have to deal with all the little tiny leftover crap of the people who already left - paperclips and blank CD's, old files, etc. Can't just leave it there!

Today K finished packing up his office and said, "Well... uh.... I'll be working from home tomorrow, so I guess this is it... have a nice, uh... life..." It was so depressing. People almost cried at that point. I don't know what's going to happen over the next two days. I'm not sure if it'll hit me then, or later when I'm home alone and lonely. If feels like the last days of school, but without the yearbook signings.

We found a string of Christmas lights and tinsel while cleaning out some shelves. L flung it haphazardly over the cubicle, plugged it in and I said "Merry frickin' Christmas!" which struck us as particularly hilarious. J came in later and we tried to explain it to her, and she said, "Well, no offense, but I thought it was in the process of being taken down..." Pretty much.

I keep waiting for that moment when I let go of the reins and say "This isn't mine to worry or care about any more." I have flashes of it, but mostly I'm galloping full speed ahead, fists clenched tighter and tighter, praying I don't drop anything important, because Lord knows if I do it'll only be found again through sheer luck or absolute necessity...