March 28, 2006

The Chick Under the Train Trestle

I went to work today and sat at my table in the middle of the room. I wish I could draw it out, but my desk is literally in the middle of the room. Every person who walks through the door, walks behind me when they cross the threshold of the room. I’m 3 feet in against a wall, next to a printer EVERYONE uses, and directly behind me are two cubes, one of which belongs to Mr. Magoo.

Every person who walks by me says hello. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not a jerk, but I don’t typically say hello to everyone and, I’m not joking, I think I now speak to about 50 people a day. Before I spoke to… 5. Holy crap.

And my chair! My chair keeps getting stuck under my table and when I pull it out you hear a “KaTHUNK!” GRRR. Finally Mr. Magoo popped his head out of his cube, after hearing “KaTHUNK!” for the fifth time and he said, “I think we need to get you bumper pads for your desk.” I won’t be surprised if I come in one day and he’s mounted them for me. He’d do that.

And then he said to me, “How do you like your new set up.” I looked at him and paused and said, “Well. It is. It is better than the alternative and… it’s OK. I’ll be fine…” and he said, “You know… your sitting there at that crappy table in the middle of this room, working like that… I believe this is the work equivalent of living under a train trestle!”

And at that, I laughed so hard. It was a funny analogy.

Of course they speak among themselves and forget I am there. I try to pretend I don’t hear things as to not embarrass them, but today, Good Lord. I was sitting there and I heard Mr. Magoo ranting to Alpha Male about something and he said finally, “Oh that’s just great. I guess I’ll go home to my wife tonight and say, “Sorry, honey, no sex tonight! I have to study for work!”” And the guys were all chiming in and I busted out laughing. You could see their heads pop out of their cubes as they realized I was sitting right there laughing with them.

Oh and I’m buying a damn space heater. I had on a turtle neck and a sweater and was still shivering today. It’s an ice box. Holy crap. I live in South Florida, not Wisconsin…

Posted by Boudicca at March 28, 2006 10:31 PM | TrackBack

I do think it is funny, that Bou, is now "hostess" of the office....

very funny, and forced to speak with everyone running through the office.

No one could ever sit me in the middle of an office, I would not get a thing done, I would be toooo busy talking.

Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at March 29, 2006 11:11 AM

"this is the work equivalent of living under a train trestle"

You're Elwood Blues?


Posted by: Harvey at March 29, 2006 05:29 PM