Moving really sucks.

The company I work for is moving to a new facility on Monday morning, and as exciting as it is, it's also been a giant pain in the you-know-where. Moving is never easy, whether you're moving your residence or place of business. I'm pretty lucky in that I don't have a whole lot to pack at my desk, but our entire department has been transformed into nothing but totes and boxes within the last few days. No one can find anything because everything's packed, but we all still have jobs to do, so it's been a real challenge trying to accomplish that.

The other thing that's been a little hard to tolerate is losing my space heater. For those of you who know me, ever since I lost all my weight, I am cold all the time. And I mean, all the time (except, of course, when it's 102 outside). We've been told that the new building is better temperature controlled than where we are now, so they are taking away everyone's space heaters/personal fans. Everyone's been told that we have to try to do without them at the new building, and then if we absolutely need them, we can have them back. Today was positively miserable for me. I gave it back to our safety department this morning and then froze pretty much the rest of the day. The frustrating part was I still kept going back to turn it on periodically throughout the day, and when I realized it was no longer there, it made me angry all over again. So I finally broke down and borrowed a sweater from a co-worker (which, by the way, didn't match my outfit and made me look schlumpy) and was OK for the rest of the day. But certainly not fashionable.

There is some good to this. I am really excited about my new desk because it's right up against a window, so I will always have something to look at. I'm also told that it gets "rather toasty" in that area during the afternoon. I told my boss today that there better be the heat of a thousands suns in my corner or I will be forced to take my heater back. The other awesome part: I'll be sitting right next to one of my co-workers who is an absolute delight and has quickly become one of my friends. So I'm trying to keep all of that in mind during this week of chaos and upheaval.

Weird side note: the building we're moving into is right across the street from the hospital where I was born. What are the chances?

So you may not hear from me much next week as I try to settle in and keep from going crazy. I'll just have to remember that my vacation is merely a short 3 1/2 weeks away and remember to BREATHE.

Now, which box did I pack my sanity in...?