Ooooh, it’s getting a bit raven-y outside my office door right now. You see, there have been recent changes in my organization. Some of our team moved to another location, and then some people left the company entirely and weren’t replaced.
The result is, for the past three months or so, we’ve had about four open hard wall offices along my row and about six open cubicles.
Now, if you’ve ever worked at any corporate entity, you know that office space is *always* a big deal. Especially hard wall offices.
For us, it’s been great, the open offices have been used as conference rooms in a pinch, and we have plenty of hotel cubes for when people are visiting. Also, when my UK Boss comes to the states for three months every quarter, he’s able to have space to work.
It was great to have a little open space around here. But I knew it wouldn’t last.
It couldn’t last.
At this very moment, there is a coven of
crows Executive Admins outside my office squabbling over the space.
My Big Boss got dragged into the middle of this since technically he owns the empty space. It should be noted that Big Boss is only about 5 foot 5 inches tall on a good hair day.
Poor Big Boss, he never stood a chance. He listened patiently for a while then said, “Just let me know what you decide” and walked away (that he can pull that off is what makes him the Big Boss…just sayin’ )
He left much cawing in his wake:
“But I need two offices for my team!”
“No! I need all of the offices, I have all directors! They can’t sit in cubes!”
“What about my team? We can fit into that space which means they can all sit together!”
“But then you have to move everyone!”
“But you can have my old space!”
“Then my team doesn’t sit together!”
Lest anyone every think differently, the true power of this company lies right there in the center of that circle of post-menopausal women.
They are negotiators, leaders, deal makers and will claw your eye out for a hard wall office on the right floor in the right corner.
They own everything that happens around here and everyone in it.
Which means I’m hunkering down in my office. Except when they look in here to check out my space. Then I sit up quite tall and make my little room look VERY occupied.
I’m scared, mommy!
Photo by Justina Kochansky, and found on the Articulate Matter Flicker photostream.