Ow. I could end right there and have said it all. We're moving. At work, we're moving. The ROTC units at UT have been in the same building for 53 years, but the College of Liberal Arts decided it was time to tear that building down and build a big, shiny, new CLA building it its place.
At first they were trying to put all three units in the Geography building, which is older and smaller than ours. The commanders collectively kind of said..um...no...not unless you make some renovations. And to be quite honest, the GRG was just not usable the way it was. So the Navy guys were trying to solicit donations. Turns out CoLA didn't have enough money to finish tearing down our building and build the new one....an anonymous donor plunked down what they needed, with the proviso ROTC mus be in the new building. Long and short...we've all been moved to the spaces all the departments in GRG were going to be temporarily housed in while waiting for their new homes in CLA.
Army and Navy are in one building and we're in another. We're in a building that's basically slapped on the west side of DKR-Memorial Stadium. Nice digs, but much, much smaller than what we had. Holy flaky crust...our move evidently was more organized, and smaller than the other two. Good grief, I'd hate to have been in on those moves! I was at work until 10:15 Friday night packing, and got to work today at 0735, bucket o'bagels and gallon of coffee in hand, and didn't stop until after 1700 (that's 5 PM, y'all). My pains have pains. Sweet marinated Jesus on the barbie...ow. Just ow.
And while all the "stuff" has been moved, it's far from being all arranged, let alone all the shit put away. And Colonel Bossman will be driving me nuts to get things put away, pictures hung, bladeboop.
I'm too fucking old for this shit.
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