As foretold at the beginning of December, I have been forced out of one horrible location at work and forced into the 343rd ring of the Abyss. My department and I now find ourselves confined to the 3rd floor training room - a sunless, florescent lit tomb that I doubt is going to inspire bright cheery mornings.
Best case scenario - 1 month before Move #7. Worst case scenario? 6 months and beyond. My thumb is a bit itchy.