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This afternoon has been a fine and rousing game of musical cubicles: Eric moved to the end of the row, Brad moved into his space, Randy moved into Brad's space, and I moved into Randy's, and I am now ensconced in my shiny new-to-me cube by the window. I can see the sunset if I turn around.

I've inherited the fortune cookie fortunes that Randy had pasted on his kiosk: "You will be fortunate in everything" and "You will soon change your present line of work." Terry pointed this out to me, so I told him "Better watch out, it came true for Randy..."