Back to open plan (II)

I am back in the office and we are back in the main building - The Mother Ship as it were.

Since I wasn’t here the week of the move, I return to find that I am not sitting where I was supposed to be sitting. There is a reasonable er.. reason for that, but it does mean that I do not have my coveted window seat that I was so much looking forward to having (not that the view from the first floor here in Eland is much to crow about). Having shifted my colleague to my place, I am now in his. No one thought to switch PCs, so a whole heap of my files are on the C:\ drive of the machine he is now using and my favourite keyboard is in the wrong place, too. I shall have to swap them physically at some point. I can live with the smaller screen this machine has, but the jaunty angle it is set to (and which I do not seem to be able to adjust) is beginning to annoy me. I’m not sure I like the new chairs we have either; they are a bugger to adjust and when you lean back on them they just continue reclining. I think I am going to end up with back ache at this rate.

When we were told that we could look at the layout on the fifth floor to get an idea of how we would be placed here on the first, they forgot to tell us that there are approximately twice as many of us as there are up there, so yes, there is a superficial resemblance, but that’s all.

We have virtually no space; I have the wrong computer and a chair designed by a Gestapo Interrogation Unit.

I wish I was still on holiday.

Back to open plan (II)

I am back in the office and we are back in the main building - The Mother Ship as it were.

Since I wasn’t here the week of the move, I return to find that I am not sitting where I was supposed to be sitting. There is a reasonable er.. reason for that, but it does mean that I do not have my coveted window seat that I was so much looking forward to having (not that the view from the first floor here in Eland is much to crow about). Having shifted my colleague to my place, I am now in his. No one thought to switch PCs, so a whole heap of my files are on the C:\ drive of the machine he is now using and my favourite keyboard is in the wrong place, too. I shall have to swap them physically at some point. I can live with the smaller screen this machine has, but the jaunty angle it is set to (and which I do not seem to be able to adjust) is beginning to annoy me. I’m not sure I like the new chairs we have either; they are a bugger to adjust and when you lean back on them they just continue reclining. I think I am going to end up with back ache at this rate.

When we were told that we could look at the layout on the fifth floor to get an idea of how we would be placed here on the first, they forgot to tell us that there are approximately twice as many of us as there are up there, so yes, there is a superficial resemblance, but that’s all.

We have virtually no space; I have the wrong computer and a chair designed by a Gestapo Interrogation Unit.

I wish I was still on holiday.

Bored

I can say, all things considered, that I am failing to enjoy my first day back in the office, or The Borg Collective as fencingsculptor would have it¹.

As of now, I am coining the term, tediocrity. It should speak for itself and describes this place far better than any lengthy discussion ever could.


¹Or Six of One as I shall now call him.

Bored

I can say, all things considered, that I am failing to enjoy my first day back in the office, or The Borg Collective as fencingsculptor would have it¹.

As of now, I am coining the term, tediocrity. It should speak for itself and describes this place far better than any lengthy discussion ever could.


¹Or Six of One as I shall now call him.