I started in my new office yesterday, and I’m happy to report that it’s a lot nicer than I thought it would be (and heard stories about). The outside of the building is quite scary, but it’s redone inside, so all is well. The only thing that kind of sucks right now is the fact that I don’t have a computer in my cubicle yet, so I have to sit at someone else’s desk until I get one. Hopefully it will be today, because I like to be in my own space, with everything set up where I want it. I will also get to look at my own pictures instead of a stranger’s child and husband. The other benefit to moving into my own cubicle is the placement. Right now I’m at the complete opposite end of the building from the most important things – the kitchen, vending machines, and bathroom. When I move, I’ll be much closer to the Dipsy Doodles. But the REAL reason I want to move to my desk YESTERDAY are two co-workers who sit near the desk I’m “borrowing” right now. One of them is just a little much to listen to all day. Five minutes ago she just had this exchange with another co-worker who walked by:
DESKMATE: When you get a chance, read Hi and Lois.
CONFUSED CO-WORKER JUST TRYING TO GET SOME WATER IN PEACE: Hi and Lois?
DESKMATE: Yeah, it’s funny today.
CCJTTGSWIP: Oh. I don’t usually fol-whfydbsdfj (mumbles and flees)
Now I feel tempted to look up today’s Hi and Lois to see if it’s funny, but I just can’t, because I already know the answer and it rhymes with ‘snow.’ Hi and Lois Woman is not the worst of my troubles, though. That honor goes to a man a few cubicles down who has his radio playing at an obscenely loud volume. Now, I’m all for music in the workplace – I have my own radio/CD player at my desk, but I also keep mine at a respectable volume. It’s juuust loud enough so that I can hear it, which I think is the polite way to go. But not this guy. Oh, no. He’s got the local Lite Rock station blaring and it is starting to make me a little crazy. I’ll be trying to enter some figures into my calculator, but my concentration suddenly gets broken and the inside of my head becomes hijacked by Celine Dion. I’m all, “2025.38 divided by 13.5, minus [Near, far, whereeeeeeeever you are] DAMMIT!” “Okay, I’ve got to transfer this case to Prov...[Ricki, don’t lose that number....] AAAGGGHH!”
Yesterday wasn’t as bad as it is today, because now the co-worker has added whistling and desk-tapping to the mix. There’s nothing more fun than working near that, is there? He’s tapping furiously right now to...no, it can’t be…Oh God, it is...I called out to the captain, “Please, bring me my wife....” Oh man, he is doing a full whistle/tap solo to the Hotel California. Send help! Help! Help!!!
Is my desk ready yet?
Oh God, and now I’m thinking about my brother and his first “real” job – they didn’t have a desk for him for about 5 weeks. He spent half of his time working out of the kitchen. I actually wouldn’t mind that right about now. The kitchen is highly preferable to Every little thing that you do, baby I’m amazed by you.....
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before & after
2006-09-30 - Site Move & Favorite Entries
2006-09-25 - Evil Easter Bunnies & Rock Climbing!
2006-09-22 - Shameful-Purchase Hiding & A New Dentist Plan
2006-09-19 - Birthday Picture/Video Diary & The Wheelmobile
2006-09-14 - An Entry About Hall & Oates? Really?
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