We’ve moved into a new, spiffy building (yeah, I know, pictures to come, blah blah) and into very corporate-looking cubes. Todd has already been bitch-slapped for riding the Razor scooter, and we have a new “corporate identity”. Our little company has gone upmarket. Here are some other random thoughts:

• This place is still as cold as the old office (the thermostat is set on “Super Blast Chill” which means the register above my head is cheerfully blowing snow onto my shoulders), and I’m nowhere near a window anymore.
• There are whiteboards everywhere. I’m sitting next to one. Thus, if you ever hear me say, “Let’s whiteboard this,” I’m a half-mile down Corporate Bullshitspeak Lane, and you have permission to kick me in the groin.
• No more private bathrooms. (This is a blessing and a curse. I have bathroom privacy issues. There, I’ve said it.) Currently they are always occupied by assorted workmen washing brushes or taking coffee breaks. I’ll wait until I get home, thanks.
• There’s more space here. It’s kind of nice to spread my junk out instead of move piles of debris from one place to the next.
• I put up the iTunes server and almost immediately had five people on it. Time to rethink my bandwidth strategy.

As the veteran of many office moves—four with Skycache alone—I have to say this place is pretty nice, however.

Last night Todd W. rang us up and asked if I’d like to have the piles of leaves in our driveway hauled off to the dump. They’ve been sitting out in front of our house, adding to the ghetto mystique (the Scout sitting under a wind-blasted, drunken tent is the centerpiece) since November, right around the time things started getting crazy. This morning we got about half of them in the bed and dumped them with a few more boxes of plaster from the hallway, and I bought him some coffee at Starbuck’s, with a promise to finish the job tomorrow. We’ve got good friends.