All this week staffers have been clocking overtime dollars, entering dates for artists like Ani DiFranco, as well as the first few dates for the tour. Plus, we had a special project that needed our undivided attention. As of this morning, the first time capsule is buried and awaits the future of 2050.

The first problem to solve was where to bury the capsule. After countless committee meetings we decided to place the capsule near the northeast corner of the main building. On Tuesday morning our box office editor brought his favorite jackhammer to work and started tearing up the concrete while we worked on the schedules for Skid Row and Ween.

That’s when our editor-in-chief decided that the time capsule would be much better off if it was buried near the building’s southwest corner. So the box office editor lugged his jackhammer to the opposite end of the complex while we entered the dates for Jack Ingram and Ian Moore.

On Wednesday and Thursday we filled the time capsule. We tossed in the schedules for Dwight Yoakam and Sting as well as our collection of William Shatner CDs and the six-foot bronze relief of Vanilla Ice that greets visitors as they drive onto the grounds of the campus. Then we lowered the capsule into the ground and filled the hole with quick-setting cement.

That’s when our president of really big projects chose to disagree with our editor-in-chief over the location of the capsule, and told us to move it to the southeast corner of the building. So out came the jackhammer, and our box office editor spent Thursday night making little ones out of big ones.

On Friday we tossed in the new dates for Montreux Festival On Tour, and then resealed the time capsule. But once again the president of really big projects started arguing with our editor-in-chief over the capsule’s location. However, this time we were ready with a solution.

So that’s the end of our little time capsule episode. Our envoy to the future is firmly placed near the southwest corner of the building, and if you listen very hard, you can still hear our editor-in-chief’s muffled bickering with our president of really big projects over the location of the capsule. But that banter will probably dim as soon as the capsule’s air supply runs out. Or when it is opened in 2050. Whichever comes first.