I have been booted from my modest, but with a sweet south view of the parking lot, office to a corner office with newbie Mark, older brother of Paul - god of KPS.

I shall miss blasting my music at a reasonable level.
I shall miss the chilling of my office to keep out Jefe who shuns the cold.
I shall miss my window.
I shall miss looking out said window at 8pm at the cars driving by - the lot bathed in the orange sodium light from the lone lamp.
I shall miss looking out said window to make sure the path to Bubbie is clear of zombies.
I shall miss being able to close the door and keep out the noise (and smells).
I shall miss my white board and markers.
I shall miss my cabinets that held things I forgot about.
I miss floating air biscuits unmolested and seeing who I can spring the trap on when they barge into my office.
I shall miss my giant 'c' shaped desk.
I shall miss the mess on said desk.
I will miss the foot rest of my desk.
I miss the space so I could lean back and spin in my chair.

So far things have been going well, but it's a matter of time before one of snaps and declares kumite on the other. Who knows. I am certain there will be quite a few things that will piss him off.

The moving schedule was outrageously over complicated and it was more than likely based around Fallout boy and I *not* sharing an office.

Here's the move:
Falloutboy pushed his desk forward and Sticks moved into the empty desk.
Bloopers moved into Stick's old desk - thus sharing an office with BJ (and BJ's award with velvet box).
I moved into Blooper's desk (I cleaned that puppy down with a lot of windex) to share an office with Mark (lineage mentioned above).

Very complex when I could have moved across the hallway to occupy Falloutboy's office.

*sigh*

Of course Jefe and DK both retain their single room status. It's semi understandable with Jefe, but DK? Come on.