Several months ago, the powers-that-be at the software company that I work for decided that we needed more office space. We were bursting at the seams—conference rooms were slowly being turned into offices, people were sharing cubicle space, germs, and whatnot, and parking was becoming scarce. My solution was to implement a 5-day work-at-home week and to fire a few select people, and that is probably why I am not a power-that-be.
Be that as it may, a large, cavernous space opened up just a few buildings down from where we were located, so the mass effort to move all 100-some-odd employees (and I do mean odd) took place last weekend. Luckily, I was not involved in the actual move, but I did take time out of my Saturday to unpack my belongings, hook up my PC, and do some general fawning over my new cubicle. Yes, fawning. I have a window seat, people. The window faces the back parking lot, yet LOOK! A window!
And in addition to a window to the outside, I also have a window between my cubicle and Sophie’s. While I’m not exactly fond of this particular window (it’s pointless), I can at least spy on Sophie when she’s not looking…
And finally, here’s the space where Lulu deciphers and writes technical crap for a living…
In addition to this move, we have a couple of new security policies.
- We are required to go in and out of the building using a man-trap door. Yes, I said a man-trap. It’s too complicated to understand, and unless a shirtless Maksim Chermokovskiy is trapped in the door, I have no interest in explaining.
- We are required to wear a photo ID badge at all times. Whoever made the badges did not know how to properly resize picture files, so our chins and foreheads are extremely elongated to the point of I could wear anyone else’s badge and no one would know the difference.
- We now have a strict Internet usage policy. What Internet usage has to do with our move, I’ll never know, but I’ll be sure to vent about that in my next post. Because I’m a complainer. And I like to complain about policies. Especially ones involving the restriction of checking my incredibly shrinking blog stats or Facebook twenty times a day.
At least I have a window. Hell, at least I have a job…
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We had to relocate our office to another building on our campus while ours is being renovated. I used to have my own private office with a DOOR and WALLS and a window. Now I have a cube. Ugh! HATE the cube with a burning hate that burns hotter than the eternal flames of hell. Indeed.
I do have one wall of solid, floor-to-ceiling windows. We are on the 5th floor, so the view is spectacular. The weather, however, is not. Did you know that windows have a propensity to leak in cold air during a freezing Illinois winter? Oh yes they do! And sometimes? When it rains? Yeah, my carpet gets soaked if the rain blows just the right way.
Luckily we will be moving again - to yet another building - whenever our original building is done. It was supposed to happen in 2009, but I don’t look for it that soon. Maybe by 2012 or so. Yippee! Can’t wait!
Your man trap door intrigues me though…
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During my cubist period I sat next to our office’s ONLY heating and cooling vent BUT the controls were in the cube of my menopausal co-worker. It was hell. And only slightly less cooler, too.
I love your cubicle. It looks like mine used to look, when I had an office. The more tropical pictures, the better!
Can I just say how happy I am that I don’t work there anymore? I didn’t tell you yet but I’m going back to school in January for my Masters in Early Childhood Education. So, in about two years my bosses will be 20 little people with the same IQ as the powers that be at your work. Of course my bosses will probably have better senses of humor than yours.
Go you! I don’t even have a window. I’m stuck back in a corner at the end of a hallway. But at least I know when people are coming and they can’t sneak up on my while I’m playing solitare.
I love how you “home-ified” your space. Almost make me want a cubicle of my own.
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That pointless window is probably so Sophie can have some real sunlight trickle in from the real window you have in your office.
My real window is like the window in Laverne and Shirley’s apartment — street level with people’s feet, only it’s a parking lot and delivery trucks frequently stop there with their engines running and there’s a big building across the lot blocking my view of the blue sky. My plant keeps trying to stretch it’s way to sunlight but it can’t find it.
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