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Location: Work.
Evening Plans: Dinner and Enterprise with the crew in Palms.
Listening: "Round Here" ~ Counting Crows.

Found out this morning that the building they plan to move the three people in my department into will not have windows. This building, an old warehouse on the other side of the PAS campus, houses Space Operations and the bulk of the teleport hardware. The top floor was in the process of being renovated to house offices for several departments moving from the building I'm located in now. However, now that the money has disappeared and Hughes (our "parent company") has officially told us that they will no longer support us financially, the renovations have been scrapped. Hitoshi, Lucenda, and I will be lucky to get desks on the warehouse floor--where there is no air conditioning save a large industrial fan, no heating that I'm aware of, and no windows.

Of course, this is provided that we move at all. The rest of the floor is packing to move to the new office in Manhatten Beach and our manager has yet to inform us of our fate. This is why I say that we'll be lucky to be relocated to the warehouse. We'll be lucky to be relocated at all.

The job hunt has just stepped up a few notches as a result. The coming five-day weekend (36 hours and counting) has become less of a sight-seeing trip and more of a chance to critically view prospective habitats (I'm applying to the library schools at the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor and the University of Pittsburgh--we'll be visiting both cities over the weekend). I'm still leaning toward Seattle, but we'll see what discoveries the trip has in store for us.

On another note, I've been reading the archives of Jenn's journal and have realized that I need to get off of my ass and get writing. It's been almost a year since I wrote anything that I consider substantive. I've played around with poetry and little prose-bits, but nothing that required more dedication than a half hour or so. Lately, I've been too busy at work to write and too burned out by the time I get home. This needs to change. As a result, I'll be adding a section to this journal that will document my daily writing progress. I figure that if I start holding myself accountable to posting my progress, I might actually be inspired to effect that progress. We'll see in the days to come. I do know that I had hoped to have something published by now and not achieving this goal has been eating at me. It's time to put up or shut up, writing-wise.

Wish me luck.