so how was your thursday?

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i come in as usual, drop my shit and head downstairs, only to find the always-impeccable queen susan not behind her desk as usual, but in front of a copier instead.

"there's nobody," she explains, as i laugh, grab half the pile outta her arms and head off to another machine.

later, it gets more real as i find myself in document-clerk mode--sorting, collating and indexing shit that i'd never have bothered with in my old life.

and still, i smile.

on saturday, management (and i) will gather with a crew of movers, roll up our collective sleeves and compress the three former floors of our firm down to two.

and you know what? we'll do it all cheerfully--if not with the ebullient, carefree cheer of yesteryear, then at least with the grim cheer of those who have somehow survived the latest round and lived to work another day.