It's All Very Curious
So, my company moved our office from the 6th floor to the 3rd floor of a midtown building on Friday. Came in today to find new furniture, new chairs, and offices with sliding glass doors. My outside view looks like something from THE JUNGLE: the backsides of old tenement buildings with rickety-looking fire escapes. But then...if you look over the bad buildings and crane your neck (this involves sticking your head under the blinds), you get a view of the top three quarters of the top of the Chrysler Building against the sky. It's a dream come true!
I do have two questions for Management, though:
1. Why is it that when there’s a mere whisper of one tiny hint of a snowflake they close down the office at noon? Yet…when the biggest blizzard in recorded history hits the area, they have the office open the very next morning? Never mind that people have to walk through 4-foot drifts and huge puddles of dirty, icy slush. Never mind that people have to stand in the cold wet smelly subway underneath increasingly heavy drips of water mixed with God-knows-what. I was a block away from the office and inevitably slid on the slush and landed on my knees into a puddle in front of a very cute guy. He was sweet and solicitous (like one would be to one’s favorite dotty aunt), and then told me to have a nice day. That almost made up for everything-but not quite.
2nd question: what do you do if your ass doesn’t fit into your new chair?
I do have two questions for Management, though:
1. Why is it that when there’s a mere whisper of one tiny hint of a snowflake they close down the office at noon? Yet…when the biggest blizzard in recorded history hits the area, they have the office open the very next morning? Never mind that people have to walk through 4-foot drifts and huge puddles of dirty, icy slush. Never mind that people have to stand in the cold wet smelly subway underneath increasingly heavy drips of water mixed with God-knows-what. I was a block away from the office and inevitably slid on the slush and landed on my knees into a puddle in front of a very cute guy. He was sweet and solicitous (like one would be to one’s favorite dotty aunt), and then told me to have a nice day. That almost made up for everything-but not quite.
2nd question: what do you do if your ass doesn’t fit into your new chair?