And The Beep Goes On....

Displacement seems to be an ongoing theme in my life.

In fact that is a largely motivating factor behind me starting this blog; we'll get back to that at a later point, and perhaps even wear the topic as thin as a flaccid gum wrapper one finds on the street.

But, for the moment, back to the present.

The first act of displacement took place last night in the form of a loud and annoying beeping coming from a neighboring apartment. Due to the apparently excellent acoustical conditions between my building and the next, sound travels up and just swirls around....so there's really no way to determine where it's coming from and put an end to it.

It's been going on for over 12 hours now.

As a result, I ended up crashing at my friend's house last night in order to make a vain attempt at some shut-eye. Argh!

The 2nd act of displacment took place upon my arrival at the ol' workplace. It's training session week, and my cube resides in the row with all the necessary hook-ups to project absurdly large Mac desktops onto a screen. As my accounts don't Photoshop themselves, I've been moved to a teeny tiny cube under a scorchingly hot flourescent light in the interim. Double Argh!

To everything turn, turn, turn.....(but if this is any indication how the season is going to be, I'll take a raincheck thanks!)