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Moving cubicles

My world is shrinking
Renovations

Well, I had originally thought that I wouldn’t have to move, but my time finally came yesterday. A couple of days before, a manager from another department came by my cubicle asking whether I was willing to move or not. He basically stated that his department actually owned the cubicle I was in. I thought it was a power play since every co-op that has worked in my department has been in my cubicle. Of course, I didn’t just come out and say it. I just stated that this was the first I’ve heard about having to move.

Interestingly enough, the manager thought my name was Ivan Tiemoff. He didn’t seem to rememeber me at all–why should he? Although, we had first met back when I was still working in the technical writing department…which was…Fall 2003? We’ve crossed paths a few times, and yet, nothing. I called him on it too. I told him that we had met before many times, and he seemed surprised.

Bastard.

Anyway, he left my cubicle saying that he would talk to my manager. I wasn’t too happy because I was quite afriad that I would be relegated to some crappy dirty cubicle in the middle of nowhere.

Yesterday, the guy comes back and knocks on my cubicle. He says that my manager was going to drop by my cubicle to tell me where to move, and that he wanted me to move out by the end of the day. I was in no position to disagree. I wanted to meet with my manager anyway because I never get to see the guy, and he never stops to chat. Meh. Co-ops get no love, I tell you. When I met with him, he told me that there were two cubicles available at the far end of the office, and that I can choose whichever one. Well, no kidding, those cubicles were isolated.

So, truthfully, I’m now in a quiter part of the office, which is fine with me because less people walk by this area, meaning that I don’t have to be constantly looking over my back in paranoia. It also means that I don’t have to listen to annoying voices of some other people in my old area. Also, it’s a shorter walk over to my middle-manager’s cubicle.

So, I guess I got a good deal. Either that or I’m at least trying to put a bad situation in a better light.
Whatever. I think I like my new place.



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