Taking Down My Pretty Blue Decorations

From my birthday last January. I liked them so much I left them up till now. One of the last things I did in the office on the day of moving out. A sad moment... :S

I Made It!

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Current mood: tired
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers

Well, there's lots I could say I'm sure, but the main thing is - I'm all moved out of the office and I don't have to go back. It was a weird day, people were weepy and saying nice things about those of us leaving and such. And bit by bit it looked less and less like the place where I spent so many hours of my life for over 3 years.

I don't know about other offices, but as an art company, and especially as the creative department, our walls and ceilings and cubicles were full of art, posters, color, balloons, lights, plants etc. So seeing it all stripped bare and white was quite bizzare. I was the last one out of our room. There's still a lot of clean-up to do, especially in some of the other rooms.

Now my living room and entry way is full of the crap I brought home, that was as far as we had the energy to bring it in. Some of it is really awesome crap, but finding the places for it... ergh.

Pretty much went from work to shopping for a present for my brother to his party to bed to Farmer's Market today. It was kind of slow but I'm still glad I did it, sold a few things that I hope people will like getting as presents.

There's a lot I should be doing today. So tired. And we're getting some freezing drizzle type stuff. Whoopdeedoo! We had a big snow dump and by now it's all melted. I heard it was supposed to snow tonight. It would be nice to have a white Christmas for the first time in a while.

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...

Funny That...

So B is moving. I know it's just an hour, but that does make a huge difference. Sigh. It'll be good for her though.

Anyway, S and I were helping her pack up last night, and we scored a few cool things she didn't want any more, including crafty stuff. We were commenting how we all had somewhat neatnik guys, and we were all "creative organizers" (aka, a bit of a mess/packrat when it comes to stuff.) and also had different perceptions between the boys and the girls of the importance of timing cleaning stuff. and wondering how that had managed to happen for all of us...

Poor boys. We must have other good qualities. :)