Chicken run

posted Wed, 27 Apr 2005

Day 2 on the inside. I hear it’s sunny on the outside, but I wouldn’t know because I don’t have windows anymore.

No, all I have are low, gray cubicle walls. Low walls over which float the voices of everyone sitting around me. Oh. And walls only on three sides. Yes. My back is unprotected. Someone can walk up behind me and watch what I type. Expect worktime postings to drop considerably.

I had to remove the chair that was placed by my limited drawer space. Why? Because a colleague took it as an invitation to sit and talk.

Just because he doesn’t have anything to do doesn’t mean I don’t. I have work (contrary to what this might indicate).

Other colleagues just walk up and start complaining. I don’t like being this accessible. I have things to do. I actually have a job. I have work to do.

I can’t use my speakerphone because I would have to shout to be heard, so my productivity is cut in half – I cannot type while I am on the phone. I did order one of those funny little earpiece headset thingies, but it hasn’t arrived yet.

When I went to the little health center in the next building during lunch, the two women on the treadmills wouldn’t let me in. I sent my money (only $10 for a lifetime membership) and forms to the building management yesterday, but it takes a week to get a key. Bunny, the woman in charge of the health center, said just to tell the people in there to let me in – that she said it was OK.

Well.

These two women must not have gotten the memo, because they ignored my entreaties. Would not let me in. Yeah. Because so many people try to sneak into a gym to save $10. If they ever report to me, they are toast.

The ice here tastes stale.

Someone in the next section is having a birthday party and I’m not invited.

I have a plastic work surface now instead of a wood desk.

I don’t have the thermostat any more, so I am subject to the whims of the temperature that building management sets.

I’m going to start digging.