It's been a hectic week. We've moved the church office to this industrial building near Beatty, in an operation vaguely reminiscent of the time when my branch moved from Mindef to Pasir Labar Camp, except that in Mindef we had about only 1/3 of the logistics and twice the time to move.

Surprisingly I haven't had any nightmares involving hordes of boxes chasing me down some dark corridor, because I've seen enough boxes to turn me off shifting homes for a long time. Good thing our office is only 38 years old, because goodness knows how many more boxes of paper records we'd have to pack. And the idiot who had the bright idea of putting in ceiling high cabinets should be lined up against the wall and shot. Many many times. It's really quite a workout to climb an unstable ladder countless times carrying loads and loads of old files and documents.

You'd think that I've gotten a lot slimmer, considering the weightlifting I've been doing, but no. I haven't, and what's more, with Botak Jones just below the new office, I'll be able to have "damn good food at a damn good price" everyday. This is bad. I need to moderate myself.

More pics again! Because taking pics has a stress reducing effect.


Stacks and stacks of files. No, I wasn't squatting, and yes, you may not see it but it's the same story on the the top two shelves.


When even the ladder doesn't give you enough of a boost to reach the top shelf, you kind of have to resort to more creative measures. Kudos to Ros for this one.


Minutes from the church youth fellowship. Dated 1977. Old school? Yeah.


No, they haven't started tearing the building down yet. It just happened that we headed off to our new office to supervise the unloading of boxes (shudder), and came back to church to discover this. What in the world did they do to my door??? The barbarians! You don't go around grabbing somebody's doorpost on a whim, and most certainly not if that doorpost lies on turf that doesn't belong to you. Maybe we should head over to the other side and grab a souvenir of our own.


The now empty parsonage, with my now doorless office (ex-office rather,) in the background. Kind of sad. I was getting rather attached to my doorpost. A few more months and I would have given it a name. Posty or something like that.

posted by NEB at 11:16 AM

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