For some reason, I was chosen as one of the people to move the first. My supervisor and I will be sharing an office, which I can’t support more. I don’t remember if I have mentioned this before, but our cubicles give cubicles a bad name. Triangicles would be more suitable, since to make a cube shape, you need more than two walls. Two-walled “cubicles” in a staircase shape sure look like triangles to me. Any of you that are in a real honest-to-god cube, imagine situating your monitor in one corner, removing a third wall and having your back to hallway traffic. It’s that private.
Yesterday was spent deciding on the floor plan setup of our new office. This room isn’t really meant for two people to share, it’s more of a one bigshot with a table and some shelves kind of office. Let alone two people plus a library. We are going to be sharing our awkward space (one of the corners is cut off with a small diagonal wall) with a bunch of file cabinets. Figuring out how to arrange the desks was difficult. Neither of us wanted our backs to the door, which is understandable. My boss seemed to be less concerned with how her desk was set up and allowed me to choose my position first and then just fit hers in the remaining space. As a result, I have a perfect alignment with a window overlooking the hall, back to the wall, face to the door, and with her desk cattycornered in that diagonal bleh-wall, it looks like she’s my secretary. My new favorite gag to say to people who come in to ooh and aah about our new office is to either lean back and put my feet up or fold my hands in front of my nameplate and say "So, you’re interested in a loan..."
I might miss the social aspects of the Triangles, but then again, I probably won’t. A gal can get used to this. And to think, the move is only going to have consumed two full days of my workweek.