The Move and the mourning

The little green light beeps its welcome as it has for the past I don't know how many years. Many."Well, that was the last time I'll clock in here," I thought, looking at my faded access card with barely an employee number visible. Yes, the office is moving and yes, I'm excited—but not prepared for the deep sense of loss that hit me.

- Carine Hartman

Life is buzzing and we move along with The Move locked somewhere in a dark corner of our minds.

Until you see the mayhem overnight: desks are gone; screens are gone; people you greet every morning are gone.

Why did I think we're all into this together?

We're all busy packing and throwing and swearing at a cable that is just stuck after years of grime?

They moved overnight and I didn't get the memo.

Unlike us die-hards still hanging around to make the last deadline.