You know, I understand that my company is getting too big for its building. And I understand that because of that, good offices are at a premium.

I also understand that, because I’m one of the few people who’s not a part of any team, I can sit pretty much anywhere in the building.

I’ve come to expect – about every 8 months or so – getting moved to a new office to accommodate the moves of various teams around the building.

But seriously. Can you at least pretend like you’re asking me to move – pretend that I have a choice in the matter?

This morning a guy came in to my office, told me he was joining the team that I happen to sit next to (and I quote) “you can see where this is going – I’m going to need to move in to your office.”

Great. Thanks.

This is my 8th office in the 6 years I’ve been in this building. I won’t even add the offices I had in the last building.

Honestly, would it be so much to ask that my boss push back a little when people ask him to have me moved? Maybe a little “Sorry, we’ve moved him a lot already; let’s let him sit this one out.”

I guess so.

My buddy Tom is awesome.

I went to college with him for a while and even though he moved back to New York after the end of sophomore year, we stayed in pretty close contact.

Tom ended up studying holistic medicine and went on to become a licensed acupuncturist. He practiced in New York for a while, but just last year he and his wife moved to Baltimore.

Last night, I went to an open house at his new practice. Tom’s done an amazing job and assembled a group of some awesomely complementary professionals.

Because you knew there had to be a shameless plug for my buddy’s business in here somewhere, here it is:

Ancient Arts Acupuncture offers a wide range of services that will just plain make you feel good. Conveniently located two floors above the Brewer’s Art, you can have your qi realigned and then go have drink a Resurrection and munch on some garlic fries.

Tom’s having another open house this saturday (free consultations, mini-treatments, and tasty snacks). I forget the time, but if you’re interested, find his # on the website and give him a call. He’s a really nice guy.

Oh, and he’s also certified in Maryland to provide animal acupuncture. We might take the cat in for a treatment. Seriously.

So.

Virginia Tech.

I, like everyone, have been reading the articles and watching the news and taking it all in. I don’t really have anything to add that hasn’t already been said a thousand times in a hundred different ways. It’s difficult, damn near impossible, for me to wrap my head around it. It actually makes my brain hurt.

Yesterday evening, Emily asked me what we’d do if the shootings had happened at UVM and not at Virginia Tech. Would we still go? And the answer, of course, is yes. The answer is yes because there was never anything intrinsically dangerous about Virginia Tech. There was nothing that made a tragedy of this magnitude somehow statistically more probably in Blacksburg as opposed to Burlington or any other college town in the country.

The simple sad fact is that there was no meaning behind yesterday. There was no ‘why’. And thus yesterday could have happened anywhere. It will happen somewhere again.

It’s up to us to grieve and then re-shoulder our lives and get on with things. We can’t predict where disaster will strike and to pretend otherwise leads to us paralyzed by fear, hiding in our closets.

As scary as it is, the only thing we can do is move forward.