Well, it’s July 4th and once again I missed my NWR reporting deadline.
Last Wednesday, I was busy moving into my new office.
Yes, you read that right.
A real office with a window.
Think of offices as dominoes.
One person retires permanently. The only person who needs an office (me) doesn’t want that office. What possible reason would I have for not wanting an office?
I found out months later that the office manager knows me so well she said, “We can’t put her in that office, she’ll freeze to death.”
And we all know that North Florida isn’t the land of the freeze and the home of the parade. We’re the land of the free, the home of the brave, and we have a stand your ground law to prove it.
So I remained in the conference room in a corner with the office server to keep me company. When you have tinnitus, the sounds of beeps and chirps are no worse than the sound of an air conditioner running. And it’s a LOT warmer in there.
Did I mention that I loved being in the conference room and hadn’t asked to move?
If you think of it in terms of office efficiency, no one can have a meeting in a conference room when it’s being used as an office. It’s like trying to share secrets with your best friend while your mother is in the room.
Next on the list of office dominoes: Person loses office and ends up at the front desk.
Why? Because the phone system that was supposed to replace a receptionist only worked if the intent was to infuriate your customers to the point of road rage.
There was an empty office near the entrance no one wanted, for a good reason. Another person is moved from her office into that office to serve as backup for front-desk duty (since everyone who walked through the door and couldn’t find the receptionist looked there for help, anyway).
That left one office open. Since the newly vacated office was about 1 1/2 times the size of the Director’s office, and next to the Executive Director, I’d often wondered why she was still in a back office in the corner where the mailboxes had been set up.
Yes, the inter-office mailboxes have replaced the old water cooler.
Fast forward to last week. The Director enters her office and starts sorting through papers. Then she says she’s decided to move into the office next to the Executive Director.
I was joking when I said, “Good. Now I can have an office.”
She looks up at me (as if I were psychic) and says, “That’s the plan.”
And that’s when I found out it had been a plan all along to provide me with an office that wouldn’t turn me into a human-shaped ice cube.
After I tell you what happened next, you might wonder why anyone would think I deserved an office.
With help, I brought in my desk from the conference room and arranged the office to (my idea of) perfection. I sat at my desk, ready to work, and an arctic blast hit me wham-bam-thanky-mam in the head.
I looked up….and shuddered.
My ideal spot was directly under an A/C vent that was open at full capacity.
I wasn’t about to dress like this in my own office…
So I took a bunch of these…
….secured them against my desk, did this….
….had to use one of these to reach the ceiling and close the vents…
…and I lived to tell about it.
To add to this magnificent
feet, feat, I have permission to close the door and open my window so that the balmy 90F air can come flowing into the office.
Nothing in life is better than this kind of freedom.