The big move

The insurance company where I've been temping for the past six months uprooted my entire area and moved us one floor up.  They did it in shifts, and today was my first day in my new cubicle.  I must say, it's a nicer cube--quite a bit bigger than the one I had.  However, I don't like it.  I used to complain that where I sat before, I couldn't see anyone unless they walked past my desk, but now I'm in a more open area with shorter dividers, and I find that I miss that sense of privacy.  I used to be able to yawn or stretch or scratch my butt without anybody seeing me, but no more.  Plus, I could sneak online and check my email or the weather or the news if I got really bored.  No more.  In addition, it's warmer on the second floor to the point of being almost too warm.  I'd rather be too cool than too warm any day. 

Call me Wendy Whiner, but I'd like my little out-of-the-way cube back, thank you.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeek!

I just backed my chair over Timea's tail!

Guh, my heart is still racing from hearing her shriek like a banshee.  I feel sorry for her, but damn it, I'm always scolding the cats for getting underfoot and under my chair and that would be why. 

*goes to check on her*