entombed in the shrine of zeroes and ones

(As opposed to prehaste?  It's an odd word.)

(Oh, post as in mail.  Got it.)

Some time ago, we moved out of our cage at Savvis (what used to be known as Exodus's building SC-5).  In the area next to us (which is where i gashed my leg some time ago), there was, inexplicably, a roll of toilet paper.

I don't know if there's any connection to the sign in the men's bathroom pictured below.

This is on the door of one of the offices at my workplace.  I have no idea who gave it its name, or attached the subtitle.  We're currently using as surplus computer storage, but it isn't unique in that role.

It looks like gBox has sold off all of its employees to eFORCE Global, who will then turn around and rent our services to gBox to support the application.  We get new offer letters on Tuesday.  This happened after another deal we had on the table fell through earlier this week, primarily due to rampant ego problems on the part of our angel funder.

On the plus side, this is the last time he's going to screw us.  But it's hard to imagine that the team we have now will remain intact after this 270° jerk.  And, naturally, it's entirely possible we're all going to get lowballed on Tuesday.  I wanted to come here, and decided to stay, because i'm calling the shots and rebuilding the infrastructure in my own image, and i accepted the risks because of that.  But it still sucks.

This box of Russian sugar cubes sits in gBox's kitchen.  My coworker Lex assures me that Russian sugar is sweeter than American sugar.

After sixteen weeks of fiscal insufficiency, i've signed an offer with gBox and will start working there on Monday.