Still working out of Westwood, although they did move our phone numbers to the Waltham desks even though none of us were in Waltham. Bit of a snafu on that one.
Still sad. I feel like the little kid who lives next door to the main characters on Fear the Walking Dead. You know, the girl who was supposed to have her ninth birthday party (complete with inflatable bouncy house) but no one showed up because they were all too busy turning into zombies, and then her mom got attacked by a neighbor who had turned into a zombie and (although we didn’t actually see it up close) probably got bit and now will also turn into a zombie. It’s like, I had this awesome thing and then it was taken away from me. The Waltham building is kinda like my inflatable bouncy house.
Without the zombies.