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Getting moved at the office. God I wish I could just win the stupid lottery. Please. This is killing me. Why does he need a private office? And what exactly makes me (with my headphones and once a month phone calls) such a flipping bad officemate that he can't wait for me to be gone? Bastard. And usually I reserve that appellation for spouse.
Doing the move tonight and tomorrow morning. It will take me weeks to get things put away and set up so I can be even a little bit comfortable. Again, bastard.

On the bright side, he won't be reporting my every breath to the boss any more. Something good has to come out of it, right?

Blech.