One thing led to another today — or, rather, failed to — and I ended up not having my performance review. Hey, there’s still Monday, right? It’s not like I’m the one who’s had to put it off.
I spent a lot of the day cleaning, this being another clean-up day at the office. I stripped the walls of my cubicle bare, which makes it look more than a little sad, and separated the stuff I’m taking to the new office from the stuff I’m taking home. (We’ve been told we’ll of course be allowed to personalize our work stations a little, but I think that extends mostly to it being the work station that has us, and not somebody else, sitting in it.)
Meanwhile, the building itself is starting to fall apart on us, first all three printers on our floor — today, I think a toner cartridge actually exploded — and now the tile in the men’s room, which is falling in broken shards from the wall. It’s like the House of Usher, or a dreamscape that’s crumbling as we all begin to stop believing in it.
No big plans for the weekend. Some reading, some writing, some TV — same old, same old.