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One thing I hate is cleaning up someone else's mess. Especially when that mess was created before I ever got there. I have been cleaning out my office space today. The previous occupant of my office didn't bother cleaning out their stuff so I am finding files, reports, and email printouts from 1998. My department decided to remodel my office and that requires me to clear out as much stuff as I can from the room. At one point there were four people stationed in the room with an office at each corner of the room. Now there is only two people; me and a coworker from my group. They want to convert the room into eight office cubicles. I don't know how they plan on fitting eight people in here.
My area of the room has become a PC graveyard. I have about 8-10 PCs littering the area. It would be easy to just chuck them all into the alley, but since I work for a state university we need to send them to surplus and de-inventory them. That's the part I hate to do. I have a grad student working on erasing the drives, but he never gets anything done. Ugh, I just want to go on vacation and have someone else deal with all of this. I brought in a huge paper recycling bin and started tossing magazines, old manuals, printouts, paper scraps, and anything else I deemed dumping. That felt good. I enjoyed uncluttering my office. At one point it started looking like I was working in squalor. There was a thin path from my office to the entrance of the room.
My area of the room has become a PC graveyard. I have about 8-10 PCs littering the area. It would be easy to just chuck them all into the alley, but since I work for a state university we need to send them to surplus and de-inventory them. That's the part I hate to do. I have a grad student working on erasing the drives, but he never gets anything done. Ugh, I just want to go on vacation and have someone else deal with all of this. I brought in a huge paper recycling bin and started tossing magazines, old manuals, printouts, paper scraps, and anything else I deemed dumping. That felt good. I enjoyed uncluttering my office. At one point it started looking like I was working in squalor. There was a thin path from my office to the entrance of the room.