I guess my probation is over.  I'm no longer in the no-man's-land of
the Berlin Hall (we really DO have to rename that place).  I've finally been
admitted to the ranks of the Administration.

	My new office is back-to-back with my old office.  Some will remember
it as Bob Frye's old office.  It, like the office I just left, is adjacent to
the Executive Conference room, but it's nearer to Sandi Brown's office and
Bob Frye's (my new neighbors).

	Bob pointed out that since I had to keep my door closed when I was in
the hallway, the fact that I'm no longer a tenant wouldn't be particularly
obvious.  In my new home, the door will usually be open.

	The old office?  It goes to storage (nobody else wants it, either).

	Stop on by!  Marvel at the amount of junk I can squeeze in!  Ogle the
earthquake testing equipment!  Tell me that you AREN'T moving anything, and
that everything WORKS!  Volunteer to help me move the next time!

sas