September 7, 2007
F*ck That Noise
This afternoon the movers decided to tear down a bunch of cubes in the row next to mine. I think they were throwing things on the ground specifically to make it impossible to do any sort of work within a 100 meter radius.
Fed up, I headed down to The Faultline. At the Faultline, I can work in relative peace and quiet, with unlimited frosty IPAs within arm's reach. Until my battery runs out -- then I guess I get to go home.
Damn, it's good to be a Princeling of the Silicon Valley.