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One of the things I'd been doing for the past couple of days is moving my stuff into a window cube that had been vacant for several weeks. It made a nice cover for moving a lot of my personal crap home, too.
You can always tell who's an engineer by the fact that they can't move into a modular-furniture cube without rearranging SOMEthing. I'm no exception. Friday evening, after most folk had gone home, I was hanging out with Chief Architect and New Boss (two of the three people who know I'm leaving and why), and we were all chewing the fat while I was loudly whacking shelving into place.
I was being clumsy about it, of course, since I'm short and can't reach well, but I eventually got it. I looked up at them, stuff half-assembled dangling from my hands, and I said "Be afraid. I'm going to learn surgery." I gave the shelf another good thump and it latched onto its support.
Chief Architect shook her head. "I trust you, and all," she said, eyeing the hapless shelf, "but I don't want you disassembling my cat."
You can always tell who's an engineer by the fact that they can't move into a modular-furniture cube without rearranging SOMEthing. I'm no exception. Friday evening, after most folk had gone home, I was hanging out with Chief Architect and New Boss (two of the three people who know I'm leaving and why), and we were all chewing the fat while I was loudly whacking shelving into place.
I was being clumsy about it, of course, since I'm short and can't reach well, but I eventually got it. I looked up at them, stuff half-assembled dangling from my hands, and I said "Be afraid. I'm going to learn surgery." I gave the shelf another good thump and it latched onto its support.
Chief Architect shook her head. "I trust you, and all," she said, eyeing the hapless shelf, "but I don't want you disassembling my cat."
