It's Like I'm Nostradamus

A few months ago, I posted about the importance of paralegals being mobile.  Prophetically, that sage advice has come back to haunt me.  A new associate is starting next week, and guess who's office they need? 

Yep, I'm being evicted from the last room left that can be technically called an "office".  My new home will be a storage room.  For now, I won't even have a desk.  Just a fold-up work table and a rolling file cabinet.  Yay.  At least it's out of the way and they haven't put me in a high-traffic area where everyone can silently mock my misfortune. 

I'm told that additional offices are being planned, but there's no timeline yet.  I'm half expecting the new offices to be in the third sub-basement right next to the emergency generator and sump-pumps. 

Excuse me, but you borrowed my red Swingline stapler...