Yesterday my office was moved on campus and into the main office building. We used to operate in the front office space of a warehouse located four miles down the road.
Out of sight, out of mind.
It was pretty cool to work there, mostly because we didn't have to adhere to the dress code policies and it was very easy to skip out, go to Starbucks, and get back before anyone ever noticed you were gone. If at all.
After 2.5 years of working right next to Angels Stadium, where all the police agencies practice their cool anti-riot maneuvers, we are now located in two rooms sharing a common area with HR.
My friend and colleague isn't enjoying this at all.
Not one tiny bit.
A few years back I worked in lab setting. We had a representative from every walk of life that should have never, ever been contained in one room. How we ever got any work done I'll never know, but boy-howdy there were a lot of great exchanges with lots of temper, served a tablespoon of profanity.
I have somehow managed to miss the dreaded life in cube farms but I'm sure there are some great stories of people being dislocated from the perfect spot and into blunt hell.
If you have a related story, myth, testimony, or legend then please share it, and don't leave anything out! I want to help ease my friends suffering and pain as much as I can.
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Hmmmm... Could you be referring to me? If so, let me put your mind at ease my friend. After doing 9 years of "hard time" in an ultra corporate environment I must admit that being able to wear sandles to work, on occasion, grew on me.
Can I, will I go back to the corporate life style, all be it a much lesser and relaxed one, SURE why the heck not.. I mean after all I'm a team player. I do still weep softly ay night though over the loss of my nice big office :-( but sharing my space with the brilliant wit of the one and only Greg Storey eases my pain... even if you do hide behind a wall.
Quite honestly, the change may do me good. I have despised my own work ethic for the last year or two, and I'm sure the wife won't mind me looking nice a bit.
So, three cheers to the new work environment.... long live the Internet Dept.
this is where dilbert becomes a survival guide, rather than just a comic book.
Hey this was supposed to be a surprise! I was going to shower you with witty comments from Airbag readers to help ease the pain.
Oh well, I tried.
I try to counter balance the fact that I work in a cubicle and wear a tie every day with the fact that my direct manager is 3000 miles away. What can you take out of that? Probably not much, unless you want to buy your bossman a plane ticket to Alaska.
we also have have been recently reeled into the corporate offices. my favorite way to irritate the suits is to do screen comps and cartoon sketches on the windows with dry erase markers. i am chastised daily but will continue to do this till they kick us out again.