Behind you..!

It is rather unsettling sitting at the next desk along from the Director, when you have nothing constructive to do.

This is the first time it’s happened, but I guess it is unavoidable from time to time when you find yourself working in a flexi-desk environment. Even I get to alternate between two desks, which is the best I could manage, despite making a case for a raised desk to stave of backache. One of my colleagues has similar, so we get to keep the desks between him and me. Trouble is, he gets in before I do and he likes to alternate. Really, it’s not worth me getting in any earlier to grab my favourite of the two.

Anyway, it’s my favourite desk that is today next door to the Director, so there you go.

It’s not too bad – she spends a great deal of time away from her desk at meetings, far more so than most other people here, so overall, it’s less of an imposition than it might otherwise be. It gets rather more awkward when someone further up the food chain than me, but below her gets to sit nearby. Then I really have to pretend to do something.

I think I need a holiday.