FruitsAlive
10-23-2006, 06:07 PM
I woke up early this morning and in a good mood. I started my job last week and it had been fabulous. I'm only part time, but that's rapidly changing...and I'm head of my department. They gave me an awesome office on my first day. I even asked them if this was my new home since they didn't really specify at first. The HR Director said it was and apologized for it not being nicer...which surprised me because it's awesome. There's a couch. There's a desk. It has it's own bathroom. Which, let me tell you, I thought was really cool until I found out that it's where everyone goes to poop when I'm away from my desk.
So I walked in this morning in a fabulous mood...early even. I had pictures of my family and the random tchotchkes in my bag...all decked out in my professional clothes that make me feel like I'm a little kid playing dress up. I'm sure you can see where this is going. There was crap all over my desk and the walls as if someone had moved their entire life in to my space. There's a throw on the couch, pictures on the wall, business cards on the desk...and here I am standing there with my IT Director getup wondering 'What the f***'. Half an hour later the owner of said s*** walks in with her bag and coffee mug to apologize and say that she was only *temporarily* using the office until they find a desk for her. I was nice to her...said it was fine...blah blah blah...suppressing the smoke emitting my ears. I let it go.
Until I went upstairs and HR director said that there was some oddness going on and that she might move me upstairs to share a cubie with the secretary. A cubie with the secretary! Now, had they not treated me like a real live department director when I came on last week, I probably wouldn't have thought twice about them putting me in said cubie. But, you don't dangle a ginormous office suite in front of someone, tell them it's theirs and then whoopsie, how'd you like to share a cube.
I don't know whether to be angry or cry or just let it go...maybe I'm over reacting. They still haven't resolved whether I have the office or am being moved. I put my tchotchkes back in my bag and resolved to leave the personal artifacts at home.
Even the ride home was horrible. I was in such a bad mood that I, for the first time since moving out of L.A., informed a driver that it's the long one on the right. And when I came home, just for good measure, the pup decided to rip my new cutting mat to shreds...which just so happened to be an integral part of the activity I was planning to get my mind off of work...and lousy drivers.
So far, I put her outside, cracked open a guinness and resolved not to bawl like an infant. Maybe I should just go to bed before this day gets any worse. If any of you actually read this whole, boring diatribe, thank you from the bottom of my heart.
So I walked in this morning in a fabulous mood...early even. I had pictures of my family and the random tchotchkes in my bag...all decked out in my professional clothes that make me feel like I'm a little kid playing dress up. I'm sure you can see where this is going. There was crap all over my desk and the walls as if someone had moved their entire life in to my space. There's a throw on the couch, pictures on the wall, business cards on the desk...and here I am standing there with my IT Director getup wondering 'What the f***'. Half an hour later the owner of said s*** walks in with her bag and coffee mug to apologize and say that she was only *temporarily* using the office until they find a desk for her. I was nice to her...said it was fine...blah blah blah...suppressing the smoke emitting my ears. I let it go.
Until I went upstairs and HR director said that there was some oddness going on and that she might move me upstairs to share a cubie with the secretary. A cubie with the secretary! Now, had they not treated me like a real live department director when I came on last week, I probably wouldn't have thought twice about them putting me in said cubie. But, you don't dangle a ginormous office suite in front of someone, tell them it's theirs and then whoopsie, how'd you like to share a cube.
I don't know whether to be angry or cry or just let it go...maybe I'm over reacting. They still haven't resolved whether I have the office or am being moved. I put my tchotchkes back in my bag and resolved to leave the personal artifacts at home.
Even the ride home was horrible. I was in such a bad mood that I, for the first time since moving out of L.A., informed a driver that it's the long one on the right. And when I came home, just for good measure, the pup decided to rip my new cutting mat to shreds...which just so happened to be an integral part of the activity I was planning to get my mind off of work...and lousy drivers.
So far, I put her outside, cracked open a guinness and resolved not to bawl like an infant. Maybe I should just go to bed before this day gets any worse. If any of you actually read this whole, boring diatribe, thank you from the bottom of my heart.