Meet the New Job
A lot like the old job.
Sorta.
Apparently they think I merited a corner office. It's pretty huge and has two (two!) windows. On the downside, the windows look out onto a brick wall on one side, and a dumpster on the other side. When the job was new, I would watch as afternoon wore on and the rats would come out and poke around the dumpster. One afternoon I had some epiphany about the rat race, but I stopped giggling about that shortly after I came up with it.
It's apparently the former ping pong room. At least, that's what everyone calls it when I describe where my office is. That history seems to help explain the presence of footprints on the walls, in addition to the many divots in the drywall.
Another thing I love about my office is that it's so environmentally sound. The light switch is motion-sensitive, so when I leave, the light turns off. My only complaint is that my office is located right next to the printer station. This means that others in the office come by frequently to pick up documents they've printed out, and, although I don't think it's happened yet, it's only a matter of time before someone sees me gesticulating wildly sitting at my desk in the dark, trying to get my light to turn back on after I've been sitting relatively still for a few minutes. I once tried moving the light switch to the position marked "off," which kept the lights on, but the cleaning staff are apparently under orders to keep the switch on the "on" setting, which makes it turn off. Go figure.
One of my favorite things about working in an office is the water. Within my brief professional career, I've seen the evolution from tap water to filtered water in the workplace, and I love it. My office has a water filter, and I used it happily for a while. Then I found out that the filter hasn't been changed in over two years. Now I take my chances with the city's finest.
What else? Oh, yeah - Maura. I worked with Maura on my first project. She's been on the job longer, and actually knows what she's doing, so I was paired up with her. She's more or less my age (I know, I flatter myself) and pretty. Suffering from that inevitable bit of awkwardness when meeting a workmate of the opposite sex, when she first comes into my office and sits in one spot that seems like it might be less comfy than the other spot, I offer her another place to sit (like I said, big office). She (suffering from the same inevitability) demures: That's ok, I'm easy! (My eyebrows exclaim shock.)...uhm...to...errr...get along with!
I see.
Anyway, I don't watch the rats much anymore (though I do check out the contents of the dumpster as well as I can from my perch to see if anything good's being chucked), Maura and I successfully completed our project, the footprints on the wall were washed off, and I got an officemate.
Hmph.
Sorta.
Apparently they think I merited a corner office. It's pretty huge and has two (two!) windows. On the downside, the windows look out onto a brick wall on one side, and a dumpster on the other side. When the job was new, I would watch as afternoon wore on and the rats would come out and poke around the dumpster. One afternoon I had some epiphany about the rat race, but I stopped giggling about that shortly after I came up with it.
It's apparently the former ping pong room. At least, that's what everyone calls it when I describe where my office is. That history seems to help explain the presence of footprints on the walls, in addition to the many divots in the drywall.
Another thing I love about my office is that it's so environmentally sound. The light switch is motion-sensitive, so when I leave, the light turns off. My only complaint is that my office is located right next to the printer station. This means that others in the office come by frequently to pick up documents they've printed out, and, although I don't think it's happened yet, it's only a matter of time before someone sees me gesticulating wildly sitting at my desk in the dark, trying to get my light to turn back on after I've been sitting relatively still for a few minutes. I once tried moving the light switch to the position marked "off," which kept the lights on, but the cleaning staff are apparently under orders to keep the switch on the "on" setting, which makes it turn off. Go figure.
One of my favorite things about working in an office is the water. Within my brief professional career, I've seen the evolution from tap water to filtered water in the workplace, and I love it. My office has a water filter, and I used it happily for a while. Then I found out that the filter hasn't been changed in over two years. Now I take my chances with the city's finest.
What else? Oh, yeah - Maura. I worked with Maura on my first project. She's been on the job longer, and actually knows what she's doing, so I was paired up with her. She's more or less my age (I know, I flatter myself) and pretty. Suffering from that inevitable bit of awkwardness when meeting a workmate of the opposite sex, when she first comes into my office and sits in one spot that seems like it might be less comfy than the other spot, I offer her another place to sit (like I said, big office). She (suffering from the same inevitability) demures: That's ok, I'm easy! (My eyebrows exclaim shock.)...uhm...to...errr...get along with!
I see.
Anyway, I don't watch the rats much anymore (though I do check out the contents of the dumpster as well as I can from my perch to see if anything good's being chucked), Maura and I successfully completed our project, the footprints on the wall were washed off, and I got an officemate.
Hmph.
posted by Takeout Lawyer at 10:12 PM
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