Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Must...Remember...To...Breathe...

So I've been incredibly busy these past few days, and haven't had time to write anything up, even something boring (although readers of my last few posts might argue that I did just that).

I got a promotion a couple of weeks ago, and started on Monday. Thing is, my old department is just too darn busy to let me go, so I've been working half days in my old department and half days in my new department. Let me just say: it sucks. I barely get into one project when I have to switch modes and start on a new one. And I'm twice as busy in each job because I only have half the amount of time to finish anything. So I'm a little stressed. Sigh. Deep breath. Big gulp out of the flask I have hidden under my desk.

But, on the plus side, I. have. an. OFFICE.

Of my very own.

This might not be a big deal to most people, but I work in a building of about 1,200 people and only maybe 5% have offices. Granted, the office used to be a closet and I may have to sit on top of my desk because there isn't room for a chair...and there are no windows...and it's a little stuffy...and smells like old shoes...but it's mine. All mine! Muwahahahahahaha.

Currently, the contents of my office are as follows:

1. A hanger.
2. Some cables.
3. That's it.

No computer, phone, desk, or anything else that one might need to complete one's duties. I tried to convince them to just put my computer on one of those really long, Japanese-style tables and I can get some pillows or a bean bag and work on the floor, but they didn't go for it for some reason. So the desk and stuff should be here by the end of the week.

They just don't understand creative people. It's like they actually want me to get work done in my office or something. Wait, let me say that again..."my office." Now in caps: "MY OFFICE!" Now colored: "My office!" Now bold, italizied, in caps, and colored: "MY OFFICE!"

Hmmm..."office" is one of those words that starts to look weird after you look at it too long. I'm starting to think "orfice" or "offense" or some other "o" word. Not quite to "orgasm" yet but maybe if I keep staring at it.

What a weird post.

11 comments:

The Author said...

I'm jealous. I've been trying to get an office forever! I get back at them by coming in every day and doing a half-assed job. That'll work out in my favour for sure!

Walking Wounded said...

Hey, no matter what the office looks like now I'm sure you will make it work. And what a confidence booster for you! Now you have a place to ask people to meet you in and to talk shop and get business done.

WHen I had my office at Uni it was a real bohemian affair but of course for a college setting that works. I liked the oriental/bean bag idea though. There is nothing wrong with making your office more feng shui, right? LOL

Walking Wounded said...

Oh, and about the orgasm thing...

Out of 1200 people I'm sure there is a studly intern who would just love to help you pick up your files. ;)

Blogbelle said...

YAAAAAAAAAAAAY! An office! Now that's more like it. You go.

exile said...

and then you'll have an orgasm from your orfice while in your office, just stay on offence. incase someone opens the door.

NJ said...

With the job I have, I don't actually have an office of my own but I do most of my work in other people's offices. Great weird post, and congrats too. :-)

Geez said...

Man, I've got one of those hybrid cubicle/office thingys, an "officle" as it were with no door, and it's right in front of the exit to the elevators so EVERYONE gets to see me slack off. I gotta be all clandestine an' shit while blogging. But like you, the result is always pure gold.
http://nickgeez.blogspot.com

Robert said...

So buy a big door poster of you working hard and put it over the opening.

LeRoy said...

Just think of all the things that MacGyver could do with a hanger, some cables, and that's it. The possibilities are endless...

Dave Morris said...

I'm sure now that you have an office, anytime your door is closed people will assume you are in there watching guy-on-guy, ball slappin', muscle ripplin', ass poundin' gay porn starring Burt Reynolds from 1988.

DB said...

I feel like such a failure when I say that I used to have an office.

No, I didn't retire, I got promoted. Well, that shows me! I'll never accept another promotion, lest they move me into the parking lot.