... Just like that Creed song. Don't pretend to be so suave, you know exactly what I'm talking about.
Half of us are saying buh-bye to the American expanse of the Great Plains. The other half are saying buh-bye to a different kind of spacial curiosity: our old office.
How is the move going? Well, the road dogs are finding buried treasures on Route 66, while the suite cats are unpacking their crowned-jewels (AKA bedazzled office supplies).
Look, ma! We now have a warehouse that's not in the middle of our computer space! The Fakeblock office is almost real!!
Collect the mess! Justin Mitchener, man of purchasing bravery, is back at it with a trusty sidekick ever at his feet.
Even though we've upgraded into a bigger space so that we can have more wiggle room, our old friend Irony tends to be clingy. Electricity has been tricky, so the worksmurfs are clustering around a single extension cord, even more crowded than when in our retired mini-office.
Now we will leave you with a picture of a chair to commemorate our mess of mind and also that one Creed song that you undoubtedly can sing along to.
BOOM, BABY. We love you unboundedly!