Demolished

In case I haven't been terribly descriptive, they're renovating the office space where I work. They've divided the area into four quadrants, they move people out of a quadrant, renovate the area, then move them back. Well, in the last couple weeks, the first quadrant was completed, and I got to move out of my old desk, and into my new desk. We only had last week to get moved out of our old areas as they were set to start work on the next quadrant.

So early this morning I was told in passing that my old desk had been torn down already as they prepare to renovate the second quadrant. I didn't think much of it, and I continued to work. As the morning progressed, two or three more people came by to let me know that my old desk was gone. Still, I didn't really let it phase me. But on the way back from an after-lunch break, I decided to stop by my old area to see what all the fuss was about, and, well... all I can say is, what old area?

My old desk wasn't just taken down, or torn down, or disassembled. It was demolished. Destroyed. Flattened pretty much literally. It's way gone, and there's no going back. All day I had been under-interpreting what people had been telling me about my old desk, and so I was quite flabbergasted by what I saw when I finally got around to checking it out.