Moving day.

We’re doing one of those pointless corporate re-shuffle where we all move from one office to another, many of us in the same bldg.

I’ve been in my current job for almost six years now – a while, in my time line, only one job I’ve ever had (cisco) was longer and that was because stock chained me to the salt mine.

Most of the tech companies I’ve worked for move people from cube to cube and bldg to bldg all the time. Here at this fruit-flavored company it’s different. First in that I have a hard-walled office, a novelty, nearly a first in my career. Second, I’ve been in the same office for almost five years.

You get pretty settled in five years. You get from friont door to office to restroom to break room on auto-pilot. You can do it blind.

It’s easier when you move to a different building. You have to utterly break habits. Moving in the same building actually winds up being more disorienting. I moved up a floor and over about three offices, so the view out my window is almost the same, the office orientation is almost the same, still facing east over the santa clara valley.

I feel like I’m in the same office yet when I turn around and look out my door, I’m in the wrong place and I have a moment of utter twilight-zone confusion. And you know, I kind of like that feeling. It’s a flash of mental free-fall, all the connections cut loose.

This usually lasts a week but who knows, I’ve never been in the same office this long before.

Now I have to go look for my chair and my Sun keyboard and figure out where I packed my perl books. And then I have to figure out where the hell my co-workers wound up…