The Hole Replacement Facility
I’m not much of an office snob. If you’ve visted the HRF, you know all about this. It’s basically a big barn of a room with some desks, a lot of computers, and various piles of detrius strung throughout. I have kind of a tendency to be disorganized. I want to do better – I really, really do. But for example, I have a discarded UPS envelope sitting 2 inches from my keyboard. What will it take for me to get things cleaned up? Do I lack proper filing? Or am I just a weak-minded fool?
There. Threw away the UPS envelope. That feels much better.
There have been some rumblings within my brain of moving the HRF to another location. You see, I don’t really like this location. The left turn on exit is a killer. It takes forever to get anywhere from here. In addition, they’re mere days from opening a full-on, free-standing Starbucks in the parking lot directly across the street from here. It even has a drive-through. Do you know what that drive-through could do to my economic stability? It just isn’t good.
The problem is, I hate moving. I really, really, really hate moving. So, I think that unless my landlord springs a new lease on me, I’m gonna hang out here for awhile. We may do some reconfiguring. Maybe that will make me feel better. I could look out the window and see Starbucks. Let it tease me. Yeah, that’s what I need.
I better go clean my desk .. . .
Dude, you need to go-full-on-Martha on your office and break up the space with some funky industrial screen material suspended between desks with that cool airplane cable stuff, some cheapo halogen lights and constant loud techno music. Faux-hawk haircut required too.
where is the HRF?