Lifestyles of the poor and nameless

I'm getting used to work slowly but surely. Today I had a breakthrough with a co-worker named "Rob". He's an older gentleman whom I first met during the interview process. I got the distinct feeling then that Rob wasn't too excited about me and probably voted not to hire me when the panel met for deliberation. Nonetheless, they hired me and now he has to deal with me.

He's one of those people that seems nice, but you never really know what to say to him....too many awkward silences in the conversation, you know? I've managed to avoid him until today, when I was assigned to work on a contract for him. He came into my office to discuss it and found me furiously twirling my pen through my fingers (GC, you remember how kids used to do that in H.S.?). He asked me if I ever played drums, because that's a common drummer move. He pulled up a chair and started telling me about how his dad used to play drums and he always wished he had a chance to learn it. I even got him to laugh a few times. Woo hoo!

There is a co-worker that I haven't met yet, "Roy". He's been with the department for at least a year, but he's out sick this week. Unfortunately, Roy doesn't know that changes are being made this week and we'll be moving next week. Even more unfortunate is the fact that I will be moved into Roy's corner office (my new, permanent spot) and Roy will be moved to a makeshift office in the library until construction in another wing is finished. I feel pretty bad about this, but there's nothing I can do...I don't want to meet Roy as "the person who is taking over his nice corner office permanently" :-(. Back to the drawing board.