M.I.A.

Moving is a royal pain in my...well it pains me everywhere actually.

Four years ago the company I work for purchased a building.  Unfortunately it was not shiny and new and required someone, a lot of someones, to have a vision and make it pretty.

The prettiness is complete.

Here we are, on the verge of moving permanently into our new digs and the little details are causing me to have convulsions at the office. My current office.  Where half of everything I own is in boxes and coincidentally that would be the stuff I need to use everyday.

Coordinating the telephone people with the network people combined with the phone system people, oh and cancel the water delivery, change the address, oh by the way, the postage machine won't turn on....

This has been my life for the past three weeks and I'm about to require a relax-prescription of some kind because the insanity is NEVER ENDING.

I'm convinced that Verizon is part of a full blow conspiracy to cover up the fact that they hand-mine the copper for their phone lines in Hungary (I'm so tired I don't even know if that's still a country.) and then row the shit here across the Atlantic on.a.raft!


That small outburst is due to the fact that I have been trying, unsuccessfully I might add, to have one damn phone line installed in the new building (I need 6 but I'll settle for ONE right now.)  for 4 weeks. If I hear one more technician tell me "The problem's at the poll." I'm going to implode.  


On the up side I finally retrieved the ruler I dropped behind my desk 6 years ago.

I never bought another one.

So for now I'm on a quest to find about 12 soup cans and 14 miles of string.

You know, for the NEW phone system.