i'm at home, relaxed by the breeze provided by the electric fan as i type and chill out with my ipod, listening to all the albums i own by pj harvey and portishead. i was sitting in the dark by myself and i was pissed off at the moth that landed on my screen so i turned on the lights so it would go elsewhere. the sweat off my back from earlier in the day is drying off. i'm tired from moving furniture around by myself. i was going to wait and have the guys who came to work for training move the furniture in the hr guy's old office, my new office. but i have no patience. i cleaned out the stuff and moved the furniture myself. i did what i always do when i move furniture by myself: push and drag. it's terrible for the floors and furniture but it gets the job done. the only thing i didn't move by myself was the last piece of furniture. i decided that a bookshelf was no longer needed so i had one of the guys help me move it out back. i put the drawers back, items on the desk, and connected the computer and printers. i was too tired and didn't have time to reorganize everything. actually, i don't think it was ever organized which was bugging me. i wasn't gonna organize it either while i'm filling in if i wasn't going to be the permanent person since organization is a personal thing. you have to use a system that works for you.