It was 8:30 on a Monday morning when I got in to work. I was just back from my vacation. My office was a shambles. It had been torn apart. There was dust everywhere. My whiteboard had been taken down and was leaning against a chair, the edge of which had rubbed out part of a work of inspired genius from a Friday “chalk talk” with our lead architect just before I left. It was the perfect image of destruction. Thank god I had taken my laptop with me. My docking station was encased in a plastic cover, but that cover was full of dust.
In the middle of what once was my office was a stranger in a yellow hard hat staring at at the skeleton that was my wall, with the aluminum studs exposed. Another was on his knees, monkeying with the bottom of a stud that he appeared to be wiggling back and forth.
What the hell was going on here? Continue reading