Moving Sucks

This is the 5th time in a little over 3 years (the fourth time in the 3 years we've been in this building) that I have had to move my desk at work. I have it down to a science now. It only took my 2 hours to move all my files and personal shit and have it organized. I hate being disorganized and this just killed me to have to start over. The only good thing is that our "pods" (a fancy way to say cubicle) are almost all identical.

The best (or worst if you don't understand sarcasm) is that my desk is now right outside the resident loud mouths office. Don't get me wrong, I like this person immensely, but he can be loud, obnoxious, and overly dramatic. Let's hope I don't kill him.

Thank god for office happy hours. I get to sit at my desk drinking a beer while typing emails. It's great. Really helping me to chill out and relax. Which I need after finding out at 11 am this morning that I was moving that same afternoon.

On another note, I am no longer allowed to bet AT ALL. I saw one of my coworkers wearing his (grrrr) Red Sox hat and of course I opened my big mouth. I challenged him to a game of pool with the stakes being that should I win, he can't wear the hat to work for a month. If I lost, he would get me a Red Sox T Shirt that I would have to wear into the office twice. Sure enough, I lost. Another piece of my soul has died today.