What big weekend, you ask?

The weekend of the big move. For the first time since coming to the new building on March 7, 2002, I'm being moved. It's the end of an era, in many respects, since there are only two other people who have been occupying the same workspace since the move (there are a few more people who haven't moved since they started here, but their start dates are all later than 3/7/02). I've become something of a fixture, a monument to constancy.

But no more.

So sometime between now and 4:30 on Friday, I need to pack up 3+ years worth of accumulation so that the cubicle people can tear down my cube and move it—three feet to the right.

My life has become a comic strip.