Packing It In

I hate packing. I hate change. I hate forced labor.
My office is moving and I forgot my camera today so a couple of Photobooth shots will have to do.
Actually, I'm OK with the change of the move. It's a slightly better commute for me and pretty much exactly the same office space. Of course for exactly the same I still need to pack everything up. Why oh why do I work in a job where I must pack a fairly large replica of a Citation X airplane in with my pencils and post its and unfiled correspondence?