Office Space
My team has moved to a new floor of our office building. The cubes – or “poffices” as Wal-Mart likes to call them – are so small I am probably going to have to go on a diet to ensure I can fit myself, my trash can and a coffee mug into the space all at the same time.
The situation is intensified given that there are four of us in a bull pen-type setting. I envision spending most of my waking hours feeling like veal awaiting slaughter AND being compressed up into the personal space of three other people. Not only will I have a mental tally of my own work and personal tasks but apparently I can be intimately aware of whether my co-workers have used soap, what they are eating for lunch or if they are in need of a termite inspector or an annual exam.
We moved a week ago and still have to use the printer on the floor above us. There IS a printer on our floor but for reasons unexplainable to modern man it is not working and remains backed up like a fiber eschewing tortoise. It’s not that I mind the extra walking it’s just the inconvenience and the frustration of trekking upstairs to find your documents have vanished like cheap beer at a truck and tractor pull contest.
I guess I’ll survive just so long as they don’t take my stapler.
Comment by Richard
They better not take you stapler. You know that is the same stapler from Office Space.
Posted on January 17, 2009 at 4:45 pm
Comment by amy
You’re kidding me? I’m SO GLAD you told me that. I also hope they don’t move me down to Storage Room B.
Posted on January 18, 2009 at 9:15 am