I don't write a lot about work these days. Mostly because work is uneventful, and not a whole lot happens in a small law firm to really justify the use of precious blog space. (I mean, these inches are not cheap, people. Why, just last year, they had to double my salary to keep me from leaving for Wordpress.) But the last few weeks have been, at least, interesting. We moved the office. Yep, from one place to another place (two doors down.) In case you've never done this, moving an office is at least as much fun as moving a house. Maybe even more fun. No, you don't have kids running around playing in boxes (well, yes you do actually; remind me to get back to that) but you do have certain grown-ups acting like kids, in the whiny, grumpy sort of way that so endears me to kids on airplanes.
(Which, when you think about it, isn't really their fault. I mean, they're kids. Somebody has to bring them there, put them on the airplane, mess up their schedules, keep them awake through naptime and tell them they can't play with all the new things that keep coming into their tiny frames of reference as they go from check-in to boarding gate to actual airplane. If I were three years old, I'd start howling too. And you see a lot of much older kids howling on airplanes. 55-year-old men, sometimes. Flight attendants should get a big raise.)
Anyway, there were a large number of files that needed to be disposed of before we could leave. Like, a really large number of files. We called a shredding service and they came and hauled away (get this) 360 boxes of old files. That is a Lot. Of. Files. Some of them dated to the mid-1980s. I don't think I can actually conceive of how many boxes that is, but let's just say they filled up an entire room. That room is empty now, which is pretty cool. I don't think the carpet's seen daylight since, well, sometime in the mid 1990s at least.
Our neighbor attorney was also cleaning out his office (the whole building was sold, so everybody had to go). His family came to help him out and one of his kids promptly disappeared into a box. I never saw the kid again, but this box kept walking around and bumping into things. A laugh and a little bit of levity that were very much welcome as the air conditioner failed, the heat climbed into the 90s and somebody asked me for about the fifth time was I sure I wanted to do such and such.
(And best of all, I never saw a single silverfish. I. Really. Hate. Silverfish.)
We're in the new space now and it's time to unpack it all. Well, what's left of it. (360 boxes into the shredder, remember?) I've locked myself out twice, gotten in trouble for leaving an office chair outside once (we were moving, okay? Sheesh) and had to talk my boss out of firing one of the helpers three times. A coffee table disappeared, never to be seen again; stuff got left behind and had to be fetched; a big ugly dust mouse (more like a rhino, actually) formed around a Milk-Dud and made its way into one of the boxes, from which it promptly fell into my lap. So I'm pretty tired, and I'm pretty stiff and sore, and I'm pretty much ready to be done with the whole thing. But, I got a new office chair out of the deal, I got myself a cushion so it's much more cozy, and it's possible the sore muscle in my hip will finally start to heal now that I'm not running up and down the stairs every five minutes.
But dang, those stairs were good for my knees. On some level I will really miss them.