Office Space: The Decline of Western Civilization Part I...
I knew when I packed up my spacious office on my last day with Sprint-Nextel that the chances of moving back into an office at my next job would probably hover around 50-50. As it happened, I was only out of work for two and half months before landing here at my current employer. I felt then, certainly as I do now, grateful to be gainfully employed doing work that I enjoy for the most part. Since my new job had no direct reports as my last one did, back to the cubicle farm I went. After a month or two had gone by, I discovered that NOT having to be responsible for subordinate employees FAR out weighed the lost in privacy, plus the cube my new boss gave me was huge. About this time last year, they did a restack and my boss again ensured that I got one of the large cubes even though there weren’t enough for everyone to have one.
After surviving five layoffs and two restacks it would appear that my string of luck has come to an end not with a whimper, but with a bang. No, I’ve not been laid off, but our department was ordered to move into new space this week and I’m now in a cracker box. Let me give you a tour of my sorry new digs:
I'm a big guy, my only chair move is to spin around stationary otherwise I'm in the isle. Not good.
The left wall. Note my six projects lying neatly over one another. I'll get to them as soon as I'm done with this post, check my personnal e-mail and blog feed reader (for Chan, note 'Slammer' playbill in upper right hand corner).
Dig the old skool Roladex and photo of the Porsche I no longer own.
This is Katie's Wall. Reminds me of the reason I drive an hour into the city and sit in a tiny ass cube all day long.
The worst thing about this cube other than it's tiny size, is it's proximity to the "short cut door". The damn thing is directly behind me.
Assholes barging through it every ten minutes instead of walking the five steps around the mail desk. Dicks, all of them.
There is one potentially positive omen. The dude that used to dwell in this cube left this guy behind:
AWE HELLS YEAH!!! Check out the rockin' Indian dude playing the lap piano. Even retains the curry odor.
I'm getting a telepathic message from him right now... he says... Tony, you've earned it... Take the afternoon... You're boss has headed home already... Go grab a cold one and sit in your new pool floaty... I have deemed it so.
This dude must abide...