When the bough breaks...for real

I realize I have a post entitled "When the bough breaks." I also realize if you read the post you may have no idea why.

Contrary to the proof (my blog) I have tons of post ideas popping into my head at any point during my day. Sometimes I will write them down on my hand, of course, they never actually make it to the page.

Last post, I had intended to make a double-subject post. Part one being what it turned out to be, and part 2 being what this one is.

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My building shakes.

I mean, it really shakes back and forth. Sways to and fro.

During our orientation Cathy mentioned that the building shakes - but even after our first half-hour we knew better than to take Cathy too seriously. I assumed when she said the building would shake, she meant the jack hammers were loud (which they are, very).

What she really meant was the first 3 days I thought the guys across the partition from my quadricle were wrestling on their desks and bumping my wall. Then I thought my desk-mate (it's a wrap-around desk) did that really annoying foot shaking thing that moves the whole table at a restaurant (the worst is when you know it is that one guy that came with your friend, but you don't really know him well enough to ask him to stop. Typically I end up subtly kicking his shin).

But no, it's the whole building.

Normally it isn't too bad. A slight headache from the shaking monitor. The occasional belch from my stomach being rumbled for me. But every once in a while I am positive the whole building is coming down...and I scream.

They are tearing down the building attached to ours. It used to be a radio station, they are building a Jewish-American museum in its place. I am fairly certain the entire art department will soon be wiped out with a stray wrecking ball. Who needs 'em anyway.

But until that day, I will just get my sea legs and continue to press on.