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jessikastI am exhausted - we're moving at work tomorrow, so the last few weeks have been vague planning and thinking about tidying up, and then this week it was like OKAY WOW SO WE'RE MOVING IN A FEW DAYS OOPS.
I think most of the people in our office have been able to fit the contents of their desks into one box, maybe two. I'm up to...five? Six? Plus the things already kept in boxes that I could just tape up again. Plus the store room, which was another four boxes, plus twenty-odd file boxes. But the whole office has been busier than usual the last few days and I've had to lift things! And move them! And I think I have tape on the back of my teeth from biting it all day.
But!
The place we're moving into is absolutely gorgeous - an old two story brick building which can only be described as a manor, complete with a very stately staircase with a heavy wooden banister, and is called [My Lastname] House, which I think shows exceptionally good taste. It's been painted and waterblasted and cleaned for our move in, and had some walls knocked down, and it's going to be very nice to work in. Also very cold, on account of the huge and many windows and the lack of insulation. But hey! New office! New and larger storage space! (I am very excited about this. The stationery cupboard is going to be AWESOME.)
(It's also in the middle of the grounds of a retirement village. So there's nice gardens and, um, old people.)
Of course, the nicest thing about moving will actually be getting there and having it done. And to do that, I am going to need the most awesome night's sleep ever. Starting now.
(But seriously: my new office building? PRETTIEST OFFICE EVAR. SUCK ON THAT BEEOTCHES.)
I think most of the people in our office have been able to fit the contents of their desks into one box, maybe two. I'm up to...five? Six? Plus the things already kept in boxes that I could just tape up again. Plus the store room, which was another four boxes, plus twenty-odd file boxes. But the whole office has been busier than usual the last few days and I've had to lift things! And move them! And I think I have tape on the back of my teeth from biting it all day.
But!
The place we're moving into is absolutely gorgeous - an old two story brick building which can only be described as a manor, complete with a very stately staircase with a heavy wooden banister, and is called [My Lastname] House, which I think shows exceptionally good taste. It's been painted and waterblasted and cleaned for our move in, and had some walls knocked down, and it's going to be very nice to work in. Also very cold, on account of the huge and many windows and the lack of insulation. But hey! New office! New and larger storage space! (I am very excited about this. The stationery cupboard is going to be AWESOME.)
(It's also in the middle of the grounds of a retirement village. So there's nice gardens and, um, old people.)
Of course, the nicest thing about moving will actually be getting there and having it done. And to do that, I am going to need the most awesome night's sleep ever. Starting now.
(But seriously: my new office building? PRETTIEST OFFICE EVAR. SUCK ON THAT BEEOTCHES.)