Movin’ on up

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My boss sent me an email to let me know he’d requested the IT department to move me from my cube to the new office (they have to change the phone extension and move my computer. Admittedly, it’s a laptop, but they’re picky about keeping track of where computers are.)

I responded to his email with the following:

Well we’re movin on up,
To the east side.
To a deluxe apartment in the sky.
Movin on up,
To the east side.
We finally got a piece of the pie.

Fish don’t fry in the kitchen;
Beans don’t burn on the grill.
Took a whole lotta tryin’,
Just to get up that hill.
Now we’re up in the big leagues,
Gettin’ our turn at bat.
As long as we live, it’s you and me baby,
There ain’t nothin wrong with that.

Well we’re movin on up,
To the east side.
To a deluxe apartment in the sky.
Movin on up,
To the east side.
We finally got a piece of the pie.

He responded, “Thank you, Mr. Jefferson.”