My feelings about what is happening with my job kind of go up and down; I think I've been working through some grief this week.

When I drove up to the building Thursday, the entrance to the parking lot, well, the whole street, basically, was blocked by a moving van, and there was one in the street in front of the building as well. I went in the parking lot exit and parked, and couldn't even get in the back door, where I normally go in, because of the truck, so I went in the front door.

Moving was in full force. I sat down at my temporary desk and tried to do some work, but I was constantly distracted and interrupted by moving people walking through the room, carrying furniture through the hallways, checking to see if there was anything else in my room they needed to take.

After an hour or so, the office manager and the network administrator came in and said that they were going to move me again, that they were going to consolidate the few people remaining into another office so we wouldn't be constantly interrupted. So I shut down my computer, gathered up the few things I still had with me--my wrist rest, my mousepad, one pad of paper, one pen, a box of kleenex and my cup, and trooped over to another building with my sad little collection of things.

The new office is quite nice--windows all around, with the computers set up on blond wood tables, the only problem with which is that the table doesn't have solid feet on the bottom, but some sort of self-adjusting things that cause the table to jiggle as I type. A little disconcerting.

But we can leave the door open to the brick patio, and it suddenly turned into summer here the end of last week, so that was very enjoyable. One annoying thing was a windchime in a tree out on the patio, but if that gets to be too much, I guess someone can climb the tree and take it down . . .

I think next week is going to be my last week there. The project I'm working on will be finished then, and I had been thinking that I might be moved over to another project that is still going on, but that doesn't look likely now.

After the project ends, I'll go home and wait to see if the corporate office will find a place for me, but I'm not counting on that. This weekend looks like a good time to start actively hunting for something new. I worked on my resume this morning. I need to get out of my position of denial and face reality. And the reality is, of course, that the job market is very, very bad right now for what I do, and I'm going to have to search hard for a new position, and I'm probably going to have to make some concessions, and that doesn't make me happy.

But that's life.

There was an auction today at the office, selling the remaining furniture and things that didn't get moved out to the corporate office, but I decided not to go. I'm trying to not spend a lot of unnecessary money right now, and although I thought at first I'd buy a bookcase for the office--we really need one--I decided that I could do without seeing everyone again and saying goodbye all over again.

It wasn't bad, really, since everyone sort of left one at a time, and kind of drifted away one by one. I just didn't think I wanted to get together with everyone again at the office and watch everything. and everyone, go out the door for the last time. Silly, probably, but I'm doing everything I can to keep myself on an even keel, and I decided that probably wouldn't help.