So, in the last couple weeks, I have labeled, stacked, hauled, and placed about 1,000 garbage cans and 1,000 recycling bins. yes. My job sucks hard core.

Today, I found out that about 200 of the cans and 200 of the bins need to be removed from the cubes I just put them in so that the cubes can be torn down and new cubes can be put up. Then I am to put the 200 cans and bins back in the new cubes (which will be set up identically to the old cubes, but are done in different dull, subdued colors from the old cubes. yes. I did go beserk and threaten to quit said sucky job.

I did some good hard thinking about why Space Planning did not tell me about the cube switch before I placed all the bins and cans instead of after. This is all I could come up with:

Space Planning really works for Boston Scientific and their whole job revolves around making Medtronic suck. Because they realize I have potential, they have decided to try and keep me busy with mind-numbing, soul-sucking work, like hauling garbage cans across a busy street in the pouring rain (yes, Mom, I am still pissed off about that. I refuse to let it go.) They are the moles of Medtronic (could be I've been watching the show The Mole a lot, but I still think my theory has merit).

(In other news, I love using parenthesis).