waste of tape

My company is building a new center to house the majority of employees in its Seattle campus and it sounds super awesome rad.  Fireplaces, neighborhoods, seasonal color schemes, a "scenic outdoor deck overlooking Puget Sound" and a Starbucks that will, in all likelihood, put that Caffe Ladro across the street out of business, which means I shall have to redouble my caffeinated efforts.  My group is scheduled to move in early May (lucky Rira moves in March, the jerk) and I was really excited about it until I saw our floor assignment:  Lucky Number Thirteen.  I asked our move coordinator if it was actually Floor Thirteen or if they were going to do that thing where they just skip thirteen and call it "fourteen," a cunning ruse that always fools fate.  He said "No."  Oh, and on top of this, the area in which I’m supposed to sit?  A013.  What the fuck?  If you’re going to have an Area Thirteen on the Thirteenth Floor, you might as well change the name of the building to Nakatomi Tower.  Godammit.

Note to self:  always wear shoes in new building.