I think I'm going to die...

My office is moving next week (hahahahaha.  I'll be very surprised if we move on time) and it's total chaos.  I've spent all day yesterday and today stuck in the mail room purging the research files.  Mainly because we have too much stuff to move and we finally--finally--came up with a policy.  5 years is the limit we keep things.

The amount of research from the 1980's and 1990s is scary.  And it's all in the trash now, ahahahaha!

Well, nearly.  I've got two and a half drawers left to go through.

I am beyond busted, hence the quiet online.  Back is all screwed up and my arms hurt, not to mention the strain of my patience and temper.  Everyone's on edge because of this move, no one's happy and my filter--as Karen calls it for hers--is starting to go away.

I've been evil at work towards a certain party and, oh god, it's felt good.

*grins*  My inner bitch has been coming out a lot but in such a way that it really doesn't look like it, unless you know me or really, really think about it.

I think I'm going to go die now.