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Friday, October 25, 2002

Countdown to the big move

Two weeks from today we're moving. We got the furniture movers lined up, the library movers lined up, the copier movers lined up, and the phone movers lined up. What have I forgotten?

They now tell me my future desk is beautiful. Well, that's good. Massive and beautiful.

First off, I'll say it now. We (me and the bossman) aren't going to last six months in the new place. Either I'll go away on my own, or he'll go away and I'll go with him. I'll pick door number 1. Looking into my crystal ball and with my best psychic friends accent, "I see personality clashes in your future." More about that another time.

The space between my future desk and the wall may be a little tighter than originally expected. As in, a very small and very skinny child may be able to squeeze between the desk and the wall.

This is the vision I have. Clients and non-clients (that covers just about anyone on the planet) will come calling on the various occupants of the building. They'll enter through the front door. The first sight they see is me behind this massive and beautiful desk. I'll get their name and find out who they want to see, all while politely ignoring the look on their face that reads, "how in the heck am I going to get around this massive and beautiful desk?". I'll call up to the occupant and announce the visitor. Then I'll offer the visitor a seat on the edge of my desk while they wait. Hey, I'm courteous. Then, when the occupant of the building is ready to see the visitor, I'll direct the visitor to go back out the front door, around the side of the building (here I'm seeing huge unshoveled drifts of snow), and come in the back door.

Here's an even better vision (exaggeration). I arrive to work in the morning. Park my car out back. Actually, I don't know if I'll be parking in back or on the street. But, say I park out back, the first thing I do is walk around the outside of the building. Unlock the front door. Come inside and hang up my coat since the only coat hanging place is by the front door. Then, I go back out the front door, back around the side of the building, slip and fall in an unshoveled major snowdrift, pick myself up and brush the snow out of my clothes and hair, and finally in the backdoor. Oh no, I neglected to turn the lights on when I was inside the front door and on the other side of the massive and beautiful desk. Go back out the backdoor, side of building, slip, fall, brush, back in front, flip switches, back out front, side of building, slip, fall, brush, back in backdoor. Seems like a lot of effort for one to go through just to get to a job such as mine.

P.S. My boss's favorite current threat as he looms over me: "Do I have to start micro-managing you?"

Posted by Marie at October 25, 2002 10:40 PM