My Office is Full
My office at work is a vast room containing six desks and computers plus four large bookshelves. I am tucked away in one corner where I can monopolise a whiteboard and use the wall to blu-tac posters and photographs to.
A Russian former post-doc occasionally uses one of the other desks on the understanding that since he is currently unemployed we will offer him a place to work until he finds somewhere to pay him to do so and a summer research assistant possibly occupies one of the others or at least he's left lots of equipment there even though I've not seen him in several weeks.
On inquiring whether she could put a PhD student in here one of our senior lecturers was informed that the room was full and, in fact, there is a waiting list for the five empty desks I share my days with...
A Russian former post-doc occasionally uses one of the other desks on the understanding that since he is currently unemployed we will offer him a place to work until he finds somewhere to pay him to do so and a summer research assistant possibly occupies one of the others or at least he's left lots of equipment there even though I've not seen him in several weeks.
On inquiring whether she could put a PhD student in here one of our senior lecturers was informed that the room was full and, in fact, there is a waiting list for the five empty desks I share my days with...