The nights were long and cold and scary, so we came to February...
Although this Feb for western Washington has been pretty mild, really. It's cold but sunny now, and in my shiny new cubicle digs in the shiny new building with the shiny, shiny green glass, I can see the daylight. And it is nice to see. Although somehow it does not cut down on the number of times I look at the clock and say "Only 330? What the hell?" Of course, the fact that I'm sick with the intensely irritating not-quite-death blarg could have something to do with that.
The new office is nice enough, I suppose. The placement is easier for a greater number of food options for lunch, and it's about the same walk from the bus stop, and close enough to Westlake that Westlake is an option for buses, too. The cubicles with the shorter walls are harder to get used to. Yes, they do allow in more light. And also, the person sitting next to you can look over and see your head, and if they have a standing desk, then they can just look over at you and your computer and see you farting around instead of working. And so can people in the walkways at the end of the row, if they want. There is less private storage, but hey, the desks have a convenient crank handle to raise and lower the level ... just not low enough for me. Grr. So I'm on a waiting list for keyboard trays that will work with the new desks. Because the old ones don't. And they didn't check that before the move. Because that would have made sense. But hey, the new fridges are shiny, and have water in them! And there are dishwashers! And there's a vending machine down by the lobby! And look - a lunch room! Never mind the crap that's not working, says the management - here, have some more donuts!
Meh. It's not bad, per se. It's just adjustment. And I don't like it that people can now see me bouncing around in my chair to my iPod while I'm entering data, or gesticulating to irritating things and making faces. Now I feel all awkward and public. Even though I like these people, I'd rather sit in slightly more isolation while I'm working. All this forced togetherness is making me edgy. I'm more like my mother than I'd like to admit. People! Oh Noes! And she worked for years as a receptionist and office manager. Well, so did I, really. But the last 6 years with minimal coworker interaction in my day have made me more of a hermit.
On the bright side, everyone right now is off at a meeting, and I've been farting around for 20 minutes without anyone to see! Whee! Sigh. Break over. Back to work. Hack, cough, sneeze.
The new office is nice enough, I suppose. The placement is easier for a greater number of food options for lunch, and it's about the same walk from the bus stop, and close enough to Westlake that Westlake is an option for buses, too. The cubicles with the shorter walls are harder to get used to. Yes, they do allow in more light. And also, the person sitting next to you can look over and see your head, and if they have a standing desk, then they can just look over at you and your computer and see you farting around instead of working. And so can people in the walkways at the end of the row, if they want. There is less private storage, but hey, the desks have a convenient crank handle to raise and lower the level ... just not low enough for me. Grr. So I'm on a waiting list for keyboard trays that will work with the new desks. Because the old ones don't. And they didn't check that before the move. Because that would have made sense. But hey, the new fridges are shiny, and have water in them! And there are dishwashers! And there's a vending machine down by the lobby! And look - a lunch room! Never mind the crap that's not working, says the management - here, have some more donuts!
Meh. It's not bad, per se. It's just adjustment. And I don't like it that people can now see me bouncing around in my chair to my iPod while I'm entering data, or gesticulating to irritating things and making faces. Now I feel all awkward and public. Even though I like these people, I'd rather sit in slightly more isolation while I'm working. All this forced togetherness is making me edgy. I'm more like my mother than I'd like to admit. People! Oh Noes! And she worked for years as a receptionist and office manager. Well, so did I, really. But the last 6 years with minimal coworker interaction in my day have made me more of a hermit.
On the bright side, everyone right now is off at a meeting, and I've been farting around for 20 minutes without anyone to see! Whee! Sigh. Break over. Back to work. Hack, cough, sneeze.