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CRAZY MONDAY IS CRAZY.

We're doing an office reorganisation, which I think in the long run will be good but in the short run means that there are moving cartons everywhere and both Coworker J and Bulletproof Temp are running around like madmen, trying to do eight things at once, seven of which could probably be done by the people asking them to do it. Also, part of the reorg involves cancelling videoconferencing to one of our meeting-rooms, so I have to go through the calendar and contact every single person who is using that room in order to make sure that they can get moved to another room if need be. Except the other room has no chairs yet, so they are rightly suspicious.

Also, I am dancing the "please deliver us our 40 tiny recycling bins" tango with the building office. It's sexy.

Meanwhile, Dad Lucky, bless his heart, has started sending me condo listings to consider. Which would be awesome if he knew anything about Chicago geography or really thoroughly understood what not having a car means -- he's never not owned a car since he was old enough to drive, never lived in a city with real public transportation, and is having difficulty grasping the idea that Evanston is not convenient to my job in the Downtown Loop.

I emailed him and very gently said that the listing he'd sent was a little too far north for me, and got a terse email from Mum about being open to living a little further out. Not to appear picky, but what's the point of buying a place to live if you never get to live there because you've doubled your commute? I don't think it's unreasonable that my permanent job and my permanent residence be less than two hours from each other by train. I could go out and rent an apartment tomorrow that's 5 blocks from where I work.

Juggling apartment-searching with home-loan application and understanding the concept of the foreclosures market is proving rather difficult, though it's been easier since I realised that a good deal of my freaking out had to do with the fact that the last three times I moved, I was searching for employment at the same time. One or the other is scary enough but both together is a nightmare. This time I have a job, I don't have to find one, and so I should stop wigging the hell out.

This morning a gentleman called me and said he needed to talk to Bob. I told him we had several Bobs and Roberts in our organisation, but none at this branch. He said he didn't know his last name but he knew, he was SURE, that this missing Bob had worked for us as a consultant years ago.

"We uh. As far as I know, don't use consultants anymore," I said.

"Well, is there someone who's worked there a long time and might remember him?" he demanded.

"Uh. I don't...know? I don't think it would be very effective to transfer you randomly around the office."

"Can you just ask around and see if anyone knew Bob?"

Seriously. Because Bob, that's a really unique name.

"Tell you what, let me transfer you to records, they might know. If you get the voicemail leave a message, because pressing zero will just kick you back to me."

He pressed zero.

Finally I took his name and phone number and told him that if I did find Bob, I would let him know.

Frankly I think Bob is better off without him.

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*falls over on bed*

omg so tired. All afternoon people who thought their printers would be working by now (foolish mortals) kept emailing files for me to print and then they'd come pick them up and they'd be wrong, so they'd ask if they could sit down at my desk and fix them using my computer. Which, OH HELLZ NOE, except I'm the bottom rung on the corporate ladder so I had to say yes.

On the plus side, I heard a lot of gossip. I am continually LOL at all the tiny little infights that go on between departments.

Everyone assumes that, because they know me and work with me, I'm "part" of their department. This isn't strictly speaking true; I'm probably the only person on all three floors who knows everyone and works with every department. There are people on the 20th floor who don't actually know anyone who works on the 18th floor despite us all working for the same company. BossBoss and I are kind of in the thick of it, so I get all kinds of confidential gossip from everyone. GirlBoss, for example, is in a longstanding feud with the admin who calls me Baby, god knows why, and both of them talk to me about how much they hate the other one. It's glorious.

Now I am basically resisting the urge to curl up in a ball and feel sorry for myself because I can't write anything and in five weeks I will be homeless.

*looks left*

*looks right*

*burrows under blankets*