My employer is moving to a new office on the other side of downtown next week, but I am going to miss the old spot. If you recognize the buildings in Old Town, you’ll know this one. My office is located about 9 feet above the turntable; my back is to those bricks on the outside wall. The mural faces Davis, and the trees to the left are on 1st. Meth dealers and homeless guy sleeping in dumptser at base of wall not pictured.

We are getting rid of a bunch of old office furniture and other random stuff in preparation for the move. On Saturday morning I brought the Chief Educator in to assess the potential loot. We looked around the whole place, but here he is chillin’ in my office assessing the options. That dart board is not for sale, by the way.

Gonna end up getting him some dividers for his classroom I think, and possibly a new ping-pong table as well. We’ll see: the good stuff is being auctioned among all the employees, and I know those guys — they love their pong as well.

Also, thanks to the Chief Educator and his truck and I finally made the trip out to Home Depot and bought a new ladder. I’ve gambled with my life too many times already getting onto my roof with the old six-footer. The CEO has to win that wager every time; Death only needs to win once. And with the way I would stand on the very top of the ladder and then roll onto my roof as the ladder fell away behind me, I was giving Death some pretty good odds. Not anymore — in your face, Reaper!