New Office (I)
Much to my surprise it seems that the much delayed office move will happen this weekend.
Various palettes and boxes will be arriving tomorrow and I shall have the opportunity to dispose of a number of skeletons that are currently hidden away in various niches and drawers around here (I am assuming that we will have confidential waste sacks). Quite where we are supposed to store anything in the new office, I do not know. We were pared back to the bone for local file storage a few years back. The new accommodation and furniture means that the remains of our local filing will be well and truly filleted. This is not the civil service we are used to.
I fully expect nothing to work when we arrive in the new office on Monday morning and I shall have the opportunity to admire the new view from the 14th floor of Portland House. Our window looks out between Cardinal Place and a residential block, meaning we get to see Big Ben and the London Eye as if down a tunnel, but colleagues around the corner get panoramic views of much of the rest of central London. I must remember to bring my digital camera in and record it all for posterity.
I understand that we will need an additional security pass to get into the building as it is shared with a number of other concerns (though our floor is exclusively ours). I haven’t heard any more details on that yet, but I am hoping it will require a new photo: I haven’t looked much like my current pass for about ten years now, since I started shaving my remaining hair off and sporting a goatee. Still, it still looks more like me than my Oyster Photocard which was taken on a very dishevelled day back in 1984, when I was but a nipper of 25.
Quite how long we will enjoy these new premises before being decanted unceremoniously back into this building (one floor up and at the other end of the building), Heaven only knows.
In the meantime I shall be sharing an office with my boss, so I will probably have to work more obviously and post here less during office hours. This, of course, is a bit of a swiz, but what can you do?
Various palettes and boxes will be arriving tomorrow and I shall have the opportunity to dispose of a number of skeletons that are currently hidden away in various niches and drawers around here (I am assuming that we will have confidential waste sacks). Quite where we are supposed to store anything in the new office, I do not know. We were pared back to the bone for local file storage a few years back. The new accommodation and furniture means that the remains of our local filing will be well and truly filleted. This is not the civil service we are used to.
I fully expect nothing to work when we arrive in the new office on Monday morning and I shall have the opportunity to admire the new view from the 14th floor of Portland House. Our window looks out between Cardinal Place and a residential block, meaning we get to see Big Ben and the London Eye as if down a tunnel, but colleagues around the corner get panoramic views of much of the rest of central London. I must remember to bring my digital camera in and record it all for posterity.
I understand that we will need an additional security pass to get into the building as it is shared with a number of other concerns (though our floor is exclusively ours). I haven’t heard any more details on that yet, but I am hoping it will require a new photo: I haven’t looked much like my current pass for about ten years now, since I started shaving my remaining hair off and sporting a goatee. Still, it still looks more like me than my Oyster Photocard which was taken on a very dishevelled day back in 1984, when I was but a nipper of 25.
Quite how long we will enjoy these new premises before being decanted unceremoniously back into this building (one floor up and at the other end of the building), Heaven only knows.
In the meantime I shall be sharing an office with my boss, so I will probably have to work more obviously and post here less during office hours. This, of course, is a bit of a swiz, but what can you do?
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We are squidged into two rooms, approximately 1/2 the total size of the old office space - but we will only be here for about 3-4 weeks and then we returned to the improved office with +25% more usable space.
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I'm here to tell you, Bry, you look exactly the same as you did at fifteen, with or without the facial hair.
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(Stop laughing at the back!)
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She opened the passport, looked at the photo of me with shoulder length wavy hair and glasses and said "je suis d'accord" before waving me through.
(There's a photo here: http://melgir.demon.co.uk/lrp/backnumbers/View98M/benedict1.TIF.GIF that might give you an idea ....)
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Still, it's not the horror that my photo is.
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Anyway - that photo is why