That's What I'm Talking About

After the morass of Monday, Tuesday strode in like a lamb. 70% of the staff had gone off on their merry ways and calm prevailed. I caught up with some work, strode the office and bade the remaining soldiers a restful holiday break. I met with our VP of HR who on top of her regular HR responsibilities, is doing double duty managing our upcoming office move (and the poor thing did appear rather frazzled in anticipation of the event). We did clarify some issues that needed to be resolved.

The Man in Plaid took The Fisherman and me out for lunch at one of his secret haunts, a dive-ish roadside diner in Noroton called Jake's. They are known for their no-nonsense Rueben sandwiches and indeed, it did not disappoint. It was hidden on some side road that only a Connecticutian would be able to find, so I'll need to retrack the route for future reference.
As soon as I got back to the office, I started to purge my office of 20 million pounds of paper. The former occupant of this office worked for the company for 28 years and the man was a packrat. There were copies of magazines, supplements, floppy disks, memos from the 1980s, course syllabi from the 1990s...all gathering dust. I flung this with abandon into the dumpster sized recycling bins. By the end of the day, I managed to purge the office of most of this kind of disposable matter. However, there are eight file cabinets in the office and six just outside that need to be sorted more judiciously (and some of this discarded material will need to be shredded). I decided to go into the office one day next week to finish the purge.

Walking out into the parking lot tonight, my arms full of holiday bounty from co-workers and snow still prettily dotting the landscaping, my holiday spirit was decidedly rebounding. I hope yours is intact as well.