My office is half the size.
The hall is PINK.
I can’t look out of my fourth floor window and see the sun bathers across the street; I’m now just eyelevel with their privacy fence.
It seems to be 80 degrees in every corner of my office.
I now share a restroom with 68 women instead of 12.
I no longer have a mini fridge or access to a clean-keyword…CLEAN, microwave.
I can’t remember what room number my office is.
I got beautiful flowers…but not from a boy.
I still have the same frumpy blue chair that smells a little funny.
I had to clean out a closet of ancient office artifacts and it took two days.
I have no connection to my color printer.
There is always chatter, talking, passing and whispering-quite a stretch from the
silent halls of the ivory tower I was used to.
I don’t have mirror behind my door.
I don’t know when my boss is in because he is now 40 plus steps or a 2 minute elevator ride away instead of 5 yards.
Of the 6 days spent in my new “lair,” my boss has not ventured inside the door once.
To end my vent…I spent 2 days in a conference room with my iphone, a post it note
pad and my book Wicked, went without my computer for 4, spent 2 days cleaning and nursing my moving dust induced sinus attack and now, here I sit-knowing little more than about 6 people’s names on the floor. The way I see it, it can only get better.
