The Mrs. and I are heading out for a Sunday Stroll. I figured while she was getting ready, I’d do a quick little update on this little blog o’ mine.
Work is going well, but there are some folks there who are seriously getting on my nerves. I know what you’re thinking, I’m no longer in the honeymoon phase of the new job and will have hateful posts on here in no time. Rest assured, that’s not what this is. When I first started, our section of the department was scattered on the seventh floor of the building. We were in the process of moving and as a result, I had a temporary work station which was located in a corner office which was away from the other managers, principals and coordinators. Needless to say, other then my ipod playing in my speakers, it was a relatively quiet work space.
In January, we moved to another floor – the “swing space” everyone will occupy while construction on their floor is being done. We’re expected to be able to move to our new, permanent home on the third floor at the end of May. Anyway, on this new floor, we’re all seated together, with smaller desks and lower cubicle walls. There is absolutely no privacy and you can hear everything that everyone is saying because it’s such an open space. My job doesn’t involve a lot of talking on the phone, but everyone else’s job certainly does. Their being on the phone isn’t so bad; it’s the yelling across the room to each other that’s annoying. Then there’s the principal who’s office I sit beside who insists on making all of his calls while on speaker phone. I mentioned this to S and she said the first sign that someone is an asshole is that they talk a lot using speaker phone. I hadn’t really thought about this particular principal like that until she pointed that out. But now that I think about it, he is a very fickle man, often pouting when something doesn’t quite go as he expected. The other day, I couldn’t take it anymore. I walked into my boss’ office and asked him, “When we’re down on the third floor, how close will we be sitting to S?” He smirked, knowing full well what I was referring to. “Not very close,” he said, smiling.
There’s the one coordinator, who uses the word “Dude” in every sentence. She also happens to be the most opinionated person I’ve ever met. All day long I have to hear her views on HD TV’s, the reason Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt have so many kids, why the price of gas is so high and every other imaginable topic. She’s an expert on everything, dude.
And then there’s the new girl who sits in the cubicle next to mine, she’s the typical event coordinator; perky as hell and always “on”. (I just want to punch her in the head sometimes.) She’ll stand up and yell across to one of our co-workers, “Do you need my help, babe / baby / honey?” At least she’s had enough sense so far to not refer to her manager that way. I was having lunch one day this week and I was crampy and bloated and not in the mood to make conversation with anyone. I had my book with me and was trying to read it when the new girl showed up and started talking to me. I put my book down and began talking to her. She then proceeded to tell me about how she’d had the stomach flu all weekend and she still felt like she would puke at any minute. “I just remembered, I have to go out real quick for an errand,” I said as I excused myself from the room.
Thankfully, our move to the third floor will lead to a quiet working environment again. My boss and I will be sitting well away from the event-related people of our department. So while the working environment is a bit louder / annoying then I’d like it to be, my job itself is still going great. I couldn’t be happier in that regard.
I start my Photoshop class tomorrow night. I am tres excited. My hope is that it will be free of newbs so that I can actually learn something new. I want to walk away from this course feeling like I’ve taken in new knowledge, not just brushed over things I already know.
It looks like the Mrs. is just about ready. Have a great Sunday y’all.
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