Second workplace location for Work1 is all confusing. It is on a second floor, and the floor jiggles when people stomp. It's unnerving. We have booths instead of cubes, and there are no drawers. I have been making myself at home in my booth, much to the amusement of my immediate neighbor. (She borrows my pens.)
I've been feeling foggy and out-of-it. I have had some fun wtf calls, and I really need to work on getting these people scraped the hell off my phone.
My holiday was peaceful, relatively. I didn't get too much angst. One of the wtf calls was angst, but I think that was mostly low blood sugar. I'd not realized how much of an impact that has on me, because I've been so very on top of grabbing something phone- and floor-safe to nibble if I get the warning signs.
The bathroom situation is markedly better here than there. There is ONE bathroom in $LOCATION1. (Well, one for male and one for female.) There are two for each here. They're smaller, but only one gets cleaned at a time. Unlike $LOCATION1, where the only one got cleaned and discombobulated the affected gender for that twenty minutes. (I'm going to keep up my quiet but determined lobbying for a gender-neutral accessible bathroom in that location, although I don't think it would be likely to happen for logistical reasons involving plumbing; there'd be nowhere to put it that would work well with the plumbing layout as I can see it in my head.)
Tuesday marks the start of the overlap at work between myself and a certain red cube badge guy at $LOCATION1. I am suspicious of my motivations, because while I am an absolute gigglemonster in his presence, not-in-his-presence I am relatively sane (by Lunatic standards). Or, rather, removed from his presence at a sufficient distance. This bears monitoring.