| Sunday, October 29, 2006 |
| Flotsam and Jetsam |
I have often thought -- Socially Inept and Brenda Bryce concur -- that I am a bee with an itch. It must be true since a bare 7 weeks into my new job and I've already been tossed like a soiled rag and ejected from my cube. O woe is I!
Okay, so that was a bit melodramatic.
The truth of the matter (from my totally unbiased, objective, rational and sober view, naturally) is that because of the rapid expansion of my company, new hires get plonked in whatever rare, spare, cube space is available, which makes sense, of course (not being facetious here). Unfortunately, the alloted cube might be a distance from the people the new hires actually work with, which is inconvenient, certainly, but the best that can be done under the circumstances. And, really, it's a good thing that so many people are being hired, isn't it? Spells job security to me (nobody better point a finger at the rapid expansion and implosion of the dot.com industry. Ahem. Lol.)
So. Like the rest of my group, I sit among people whom I don't work with directly but who work and interact with each other on a daily basis. In other words, I'm the oddball.
Well, I did mention that the company is growing, right? The group I sit among have hired a new person and guess where they wanted the person to be? Yup, good ol' yours truly's space.
Don't get me wrong; I think that's eminently reasonable. After all, I don't workwith these people and the new hire will, and they do need to have a lot of discussions and conversations every day because they deal with a great many people, not just within the company but with clients as well. Of course, they'd want everyone in their group to be in one area. It makes complete sense to me.
What I had to laugh about (that's the kind of person I am, you see) is that rather than the head of that group speaking with me directly and just laying it out on the line (we greet each other every morning for goodness's sake!), the poor person who arranges the seating for new hires had to come to me the afternoon before the new person was to start, to essentially plead with me to give up my cube and move to where the new hire would have been placed. Or there would have been HECK TO PAY!
All right, so this is where the bee with an itch thing comes in. I naturally threw a fit, tossed my beautiful flat screen monitor out the window, punted my aerodynamic and ergonomic chair across the hall and screamed at the top of my lungs that I would STAY THE COURSE! And NEVER EVER EVER EVER SURRENDER! It would be a FIGHT TO THE DEATH!
Or not.
I agreed, of course. But I did ask the space arranger why the group leader didn't just ask me; that would seem 1/ the most expedient thing to do, and 2/ the most courteous to both me and the space arranger.
Anyway, we both went to my immediate supervisor since it wouldn’t be too good if I moved and he didn't know where I went or why (tee hee!) and told him the situation. Like me, he immediately said no and that the group leader would have to duke it out with us (hey! Great minds think alike!). Honestly, we were all laughing because while the request was so logical, the way it was done was a bit absurd.
Did I mention that while I was packing my things, my laptop fell to the floor? My heart about stopped. Brenda told me to sue. I think I will. Have to keep the rep of the litigious society we live in going, don't I? A total no-brainer. Totally.
So now you know. I'm a capital Bee With an Itch and have been dumped among more strangers. My back is now an open target. Have a shot, why doncha?
O Woe Is I!
*back of one hand against forehead, weeping copiously*
*fade to black* |
posted by Cheshire Cat @ 10/29/2006 07:06:00 am   |
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| 4 teabag(s) brewed: |
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All right, corporate turf wars!!
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Bring out the kevlar vests and bring it on ! Tea, what are your skills vis a vis armaments making ? Can you fold a paper plane just in case it is needed ?
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That nuke in my backyard is almost ready to go. I was saving it for my a-hole neighbor, but am willing to let you borrow it...
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ROTFLMAO, PK and Mummy!
Thanks for your generous comments and offers. :-D
I don't think it will come to me needing Kevlar or nukes, thanks. I'm predominantly a tree-hugger, honest! :-D
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All right, corporate turf wars!!