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My office moved to a new building while I was travelling. For anyone keeping track (which would be hard, since I didn’t blog about the other office moves), this is the 4th building my team has been in since I started my job (and I think the 6th overall, including the years before I was around). I got pretty pissed off about this one when I found out about it, but once I actually showed up in the new place I managed to chill out and deal with it. The new building is actually decent. My officemate got stuck with the job of packing up all my crap - and I have a lot more crap than I should, mind you - so I owe him a few beers, so to speak. Someone came by and snapped some photos of me assembling my new desk. There are two, but I liked the second one better.

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I’m going to try to do something useful while I’m flying, for once: read a book, crop/process some of my photos, and maybe even do some actual work, such as the performance review stuff I’ve been putting off for ages.

Right now I am listening amusedly to some of the other passengers in Pimp Class comment amazedly at how fanciful their seats are. “You mean you have fifty movies in the seat? Incredible! Did you hear that, dear? They have fifty movies in the seat!”

Another point of amusement for me: the flight attendant has made a point of memorizing everybody’s name and is addressing them individually.

Last comment, since we will take off soon: this will be the longest wednesday ever.

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I’m finally heading for home, after 3 weeks in Australia. I’ve got a bunch more photos to post, but I haven’t got them processed yet. They’re safely stored on my laptop and a CF card for now. Jenny has another bunch on her camera that I’ll make sure she posts online.

Right now I’m in New Zealand - a country for which I don’t have any sort of visa to enter, mind you - killing time until my flight to SFO departs in a couple of hours. Jenny is somewhere between Sydney and here by now, because we weren’t able to get on the same flight home. Entirely my fault, of course. She’ll survive.

One thing’s for sure, though: it will be nice to get home and pet my cats.

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And so, our hero finds himself in the Air New Zealand lounge at 0500 in Auckland, NZ. It is TOMORROW here. I’m on my way to Sydney - I’m spending the next 3 weeks there on business. Let me just say for the record, Air New Zealand’s business class is freaking NICE. Seriously. A 4-something-hour flight in coach across the US seems much longer than the 12 hours I just spent in Fat Cat Class on a Sky Palace 747.

There’s only one thing I don’t quite understand so far on this trip: Why did we have to go through an additional set of security scans after disembarking from the SFO-AKL flight and going to the airline lounge? Are they looking for illicit fruit or something?

Update: I put up some photos from my office here in Sydney. The view totally rocks.

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