  My office is renting out a new space because we're expanding so fast we can't all fit in our current building. They expected everyone who has to move to be really mad, so they're throwing all these perks at us. It's apparently a beautiful space, all edgy and dot-commed out. There's a gym in the building, and a TV in the break room. The cubes are bigger, and they're next to the windows -- the executive offices are in the interior. Hooray for egalitarian office design, I say! Anyway, I'm moving, along with all the people on my team, and I'm psyched. The people on my team are the people I like best, and I expect we're going to become really tight as a result of being isolated from the main office. Plus, this means I'm less likely to be taken off interesting knowledge management projects and tasked to boring force deployment stuff, because all that will be in a different building.
Plus, they're giving us all new notebook computers to keep us happy. Hee! (Those of you who don't know what force deployment is, lend me your ears. Apparently, the military has no idea where all its stuff is. The commander of a division of subs knows where his subs are, but the secretary of the Navy doesn't have any centralized database of where all the subs are. The same goes for troops, and god knows what else. A lot of what we do here at DFI is tracking down that information, compiling it into one database, and writing software that helps the military to use it. We euphemisticaly refer to that as "force deployment research. " Isn't that reassuring, folks?
Y'know all those tanks and planes that Dubya is spending your tax dollars on? He DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHERE THEY ARE. ) Right now I love: Moving! Also, "Clark Gable" by The Postal Service. "I was waiting for a cross-town train in the London Underground, when it struck me that I've been waiting since birth to find a love that would look and sound like a movie. " Me too, Ben Gibbard. Except for the London Underground part. 
