I actually managed to get myself to work at 7:30 this morning. (Go team me!)
Under a half an hour later, we were escorting the guys who were loading and unloading things.
We took a lunch break at 12:00.
At 12:30, Bob (not current project Bob, but past project-tried-to-screw-me-over Bob) came along and said that Candy (my grand boss) said that all the escorts could go.
I called shenanigans on Bob's message, but when I went to another building, it was confirmed.
Of course, I called shenanigans because the movers were standing right outside the doors with piles of boxes waiting to come in.
But, hey, not my problem.
I went upstairs to find my desk. Sadly, E308 is not my desk. Well, it is, but I was misguided by the labeling. Turns out in this building, each cube gets a barcode number and a separate cube number label.
The real E 308 is an inner cube :-(
Edit: As I was leaving, I walked back to the 790 building to dispose of some batteries at the battery recycling station. As I was going through the building, the security chief came up to me and asked "Where are all the escorts?" I told him "Candy G." sent us all home. He said "Who is the Candy G. Person? We have boxes to move!"
I thne proceeded to leave the building.
For the record, "Candy G." is the director for my activity (That's like, my grand-boss). If the security guy starts bitching, he's going to be bitching about a higher up. She screwed the pooch.
And now for your moment of zen...