Moving, Grooving

In March 1998 I signed on as a database programmer for a three-month project at the Berkeley campus, which happens to be just a few miles south of where I live.

Well, that turned out to be the longest three-month project in the history of database programming. I'm still there!

Well, I have taken on other projects, but honestly I have this terrible fear that one day the governor is going to be giving a speech, and he's gonna say something like "I tell you vaht is duh biggest vaste of tahx dolluhs in duh etchookayshn seestm is dey got dis dettabess programmuh been working on duh same tree munt project fer SEFFEN YEARS!!!

What can I say? It's a living. And the campus is a great place to work. Very low pressure, and you can get up and go for a walk on your lunch hour or go to the gym, the library. You can't beat it.

One thing is it was getting kind of crowded in our old building, Warren Hall. I had my own office when I started, and then I started sharing an office with a series of people, most recently Jeff.

Well, Jeff started out sharing my office. Now he's actually living in my house. No seriously. His roommates both moved out, and he needed a place to stay, and Tony and I said "Oh, heck Jeff, just move in with us. You're over here all the time watching Nancy Grace anyway."

But now Jeff and I are going our separate ways. Well, I mean, he's still living in my house, but we're not sharing an office anymore. That's because the department we work for is moving into a new building across the street. I will have my own office, and Jeff his own cubicle.

We spent just about all day yesterday packing up. I was actually surprised how much crap Jeff and I had in there. Thank goodness a friend of ours has a Honda CRV, and we managed to fit all kinds of stuff in there, CD's books, pottery, potting soil, outerwear, a Chihuahua.

No seriously. That's our mascot. Pimp Dog. Pimp Dog the Chihuahua.

And Monday we go to the new building, University Hall. I think we're gonna like it. The only thing is security seems to be a little tighter there, so I'm not sure what we're gonna do as far as sneaking Pimp Dog through the lobby. Would he fit in a briefcase I wonder? Where's the tape measure?

Kurt "big daddy" True
11 june 2005