The move mania continues

And once again, I have to move my shit from one place to another at work. Why? I have no fucking clue. First I move in here, then they want me to move someplace else. If they ask me to move a third time, I will floss their teeth with my shoelaces. Silly government, has to make up shit for us to do. It’s like one great big exercize in futility. And the bitch of it is, I know that when they’re done doing…whatever it is they’re doing in the place where I used to be, either we won’t move back at all or we’ll be forced to move to another place that has nothing to do with the first. I don’t know, every time I switch cubicles it makes me feel like a fucking mouse looking for the cheese. I hate that.