Since our little corner of the company is growing, the cubicle arrangement is changing greatly and rapidly. I had to move from my double-wide cube, to one of the high-walled supervisors cubes. I like it a lot better than the old one.
I moved a couple of weeks ago, but the bulk of the office is moving around this week. Today, my buddy Heather moved her cube. She is now one whole row away from her friend Bill, who has been her cube-neighbor forever. She also laughed saying, "I don't know how long it's going to take for me to not accidentally go to my old cube when I come in to work in the morning."
I IM'd Bill:
jainz57: we should trick heather and move all her stuff back to her old cube before she comes in tomorrow.
BillWork: lolololololololol
BillWork: that would be great!
BillWork: GREAT!
jainz57: what time does she come in?
BillWork: 6 am.
BillWork: it would have to be done today after she leaves
jainz57: exactly! just the stuff on top of her desk, except for the computer
BillWork: ya
BillWork: !!!!!!
BillWork: hahahahahaha
BillWork: im laughin already
jainz57: ok we'll do it!
jainz57: it wasn't my idea
BillWork: oh absolutely not. . . . who know's who's idea it is
jainz57: wouldn't it be funny if we did it every day for a week!
BillWork: it would be great
jainz57: i'm not going to be around when she leaves today
BillWork: me either
BillWork: i leave before she does
jainz57: i'll see what i can do
BillWork: atta girrrl!
Unfortunately, heather worked late tonight. I saw that she was still active on Yahoo! Messenger until 6:45. Everybody's usually out of there by 5:30, 6 tops. But around 7:30, I went back to work (just a 10 minute drive). I only saw one car in the lot. Was it Heather's? I don't think I know what kind of car Heather drives anyway. When I went in, the only person I saw inside was a lone janitor. I said 'Hi' and made a point to walk on the carpeted path to my cube, instead of the tile so my shoes wouldn't echo. I sat down in my cube, took a deep breath and decided that I might as well not waste my time. I got up off my chair when I heard voices from the women's restroom, just down the row about 30 yards away. Oh no! Could they still be here? Should I duck underneath my desk?
My phone ringer suddenly filled the empty noise and made me jump. Wrong number. I sat in my cube, waiting and deciding what to do. In the meantime my phone voicemail tone rings. Could this be any more nerve racking? I heard more talking, doors opening and then some squeaky wheels rolling. I finally got the courage up to peek. It was a female janitor.
OK, enough stalling. Let's get it over with. I got an empty box and filled it with her paperwork and picture frames, took a second trip for her stuffed animals and other knick knacks, the the plants and chair. Then the final touch, I took the sign with her name on it from her new desk and posted it to the wall of her old cube. Ah just like old times.
I snapped a couple pics for the record.
10 years ago
