Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Nov 19, 2008 23:12:39 GMT -5
This could be a love or a hate, depending on how it goes.
My desk at work is getting moved. Again.
I used to be in the corner of one of my boss's cubicle. Then she decided she wanted her own office, so I got all my crap moved out against the wall in a major pathway between the employee entrance and the store/shipping & receiving/everyone else's cubicles. Needless to say, I've been keeping count of how many times I've been bumped on accident, and I'm up to like...is it fourteen, or nineteen? This semester. It's incredibly noisy with shipping & receiving so close, and I'm supposed to be concentrating on creative genius in advertising. Right.
Even so, I made my corner of the wall in the pathway mine. I got everything where I wanted it, and for all the noise, distractions, bumps, people stopping me to ask what I'm doing and constantly looking over my shoulder, I had a space that was mine. I even got used to sharing it with my new assistant. So now,
They're moving my desk. Again.
For the third time this semester, actually. Ever seen the movie Office Space?
(Yes, this is a long and detailed post.)
So, they've deconstructed the break room at work, which is at the end of the row of cubicles. It's a cubicle itself, actually, but everyone used it as a break room. Allegedly, me and my assistant are going in there. Along with a new Marketing person who will be working with us. And allegedly telling us what to do. This, again, could be a blessing or a curse. Will it be another boss? Will they watch over my shoulder? Will we be crammed?
I heard the Big Boss saying to someone today that they "left the [break] table in there, and she can use it as a desk for now." She who? Better damn well be the new Marketing person. And Friday, I'm taking all my semi-personal stuff home with me. Last time I got moved, stuff got lost. Bastards. They also confiscated things that I still needed to use. Decided it was for the whole office, even if I'm the only one who friggen uses it.
Wow, this sounds so much more like a rant that a "current love." Of course, if I'm really getting a cubicle, and the Marketing person is a student worker who doesn't have a stick in (hopefully)her ass, it could be good. It could be having a friggin cubicle! Either way, it's out of the hall. YES, they SERIOUSLY have me in a hall. No one believes me about how ridiculous it is until they see it. There's a couple feet behind me until you're against the shelving unit and the huge red tote boxes. When I'm pushed against the desk. And I'm not fat, by any means.
Anyhow, my hope for having a cubicle is why I'm putting this here. But I'm the pessimist/realist who must prepare for the worst, especially since that's often what happens. Maybe I should blog this.
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My desk at work is getting moved. Again.
I used to be in the corner of one of my boss's cubicle. Then she decided she wanted her own office, so I got all my crap moved out against the wall in a major pathway between the employee entrance and the store/shipping & receiving/everyone else's cubicles. Needless to say, I've been keeping count of how many times I've been bumped on accident, and I'm up to like...is it fourteen, or nineteen? This semester. It's incredibly noisy with shipping & receiving so close, and I'm supposed to be concentrating on creative genius in advertising. Right.
Even so, I made my corner of the wall in the pathway mine. I got everything where I wanted it, and for all the noise, distractions, bumps, people stopping me to ask what I'm doing and constantly looking over my shoulder, I had a space that was mine. I even got used to sharing it with my new assistant. So now,
They're moving my desk. Again.
For the third time this semester, actually. Ever seen the movie Office Space?
(Yes, this is a long and detailed post.)
So, they've deconstructed the break room at work, which is at the end of the row of cubicles. It's a cubicle itself, actually, but everyone used it as a break room. Allegedly, me and my assistant are going in there. Along with a new Marketing person who will be working with us. And allegedly telling us what to do. This, again, could be a blessing or a curse. Will it be another boss? Will they watch over my shoulder? Will we be crammed?
I heard the Big Boss saying to someone today that they "left the [break] table in there, and she can use it as a desk for now." She who? Better damn well be the new Marketing person. And Friday, I'm taking all my semi-personal stuff home with me. Last time I got moved, stuff got lost. Bastards. They also confiscated things that I still needed to use. Decided it was for the whole office, even if I'm the only one who friggen uses it.
Wow, this sounds so much more like a rant that a "current love." Of course, if I'm really getting a cubicle, and the Marketing person is a student worker who doesn't have a stick in (hopefully)her ass, it could be good. It could be having a friggin cubicle! Either way, it's out of the hall. YES, they SERIOUSLY have me in a hall. No one believes me about how ridiculous it is until they see it. There's a couple feet behind me until you're against the shelving unit and the huge red tote boxes. When I'm pushed against the desk. And I'm not fat, by any means.
Anyhow, my hope for having a cubicle is why I'm putting this here. But I'm the pessimist/realist who must prepare for the worst, especially since that's often what happens. Maybe I should blog this.
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