Moving life around
We've moved across the street into a new office building. I know that's very exciting for all my readers coming to read about me insulting yet another facet of French culture, but one has to deal with daily life as well. These offices are shiny and new, with that new-office smell and piles of fresh cables and boxes everywhere. My work computer is sitting downstairs at the bottom of the staircase along with the other stagiaire computers, and for some reason we're not allowed to move them up ourselves. ("You just can't. You have to wait for the moving guys to come back.")
So, erm, how about some random stuff to keep occupied while I'm waiting for my computer so I can pretend to do real work (also known as banging my head against Java). This one's already been around the web: True Porn Clerk Stories.
Oh, I get to share an office with Max. No more stagiaire office, though, for unknown reasons.
Ooh, looks like they're moving screens now. Bubye.