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Yesterday I packed up my office at work and brought home 10 years worth of old calendars, office supplies and random junk. No, still not retired. I keep waiting to get laid off as promised, but keep getting extended. However, my entire division has now been turned out of our building in Shakopee (on VERY short notice) because some genius at corporate HQ decided that the tax writeoff for letting the building stand empty was worth more than anything we could possibly contribute by continuing to work there.
So we spent the last 6 weeks frantically redesigning our huge labs to take up 60% less space, unracking everything and stacking it on pallets to be shipped to California, and throwing out thousands of dollars worth of equipment that didn't make the cut (very painful for frugal Minnesotans). The last truck left the building on Friday the 13th (what could go wrong?). They issued us all laptops and docking stations and sent us off to work from home. I plugged in the laptop and ascertained that I could access the VPN, but I still haven't figured out how to set up my office so I can switch easily between computers. So instead, I spent the day trying to integrate the influx of office supplies and an entire desk drawer pharmacy into the ambient clutter. My office is cleaner, but desk in the sewing room is completely covered with boxes of pens, pencils, markers, and highlighters. I'm not sure if that is progress or not.
It was sad to say goodbye to the co-workers I will rarely see again, but confusing. We kept falling into those old goodbye patterns - "It's been great working with you - maybe we'll run into each other again" and then remembering that we supposedly are still working together. It's been a weird week.
So we spent the last 6 weeks frantically redesigning our huge labs to take up 60% less space, unracking everything and stacking it on pallets to be shipped to California, and throwing out thousands of dollars worth of equipment that didn't make the cut (very painful for frugal Minnesotans). The last truck left the building on Friday the 13th (what could go wrong?). They issued us all laptops and docking stations and sent us off to work from home. I plugged in the laptop and ascertained that I could access the VPN, but I still haven't figured out how to set up my office so I can switch easily between computers. So instead, I spent the day trying to integrate the influx of office supplies and an entire desk drawer pharmacy into the ambient clutter. My office is cleaner, but desk in the sewing room is completely covered with boxes of pens, pencils, markers, and highlighters. I'm not sure if that is progress or not.
It was sad to say goodbye to the co-workers I will rarely see again, but confusing. We kept falling into those old goodbye patterns - "It's been great working with you - maybe we'll run into each other again" and then remembering that we supposedly are still working together. It's been a weird week.
