.. to a deluxe apartment cubicle in the sky.

I moved again at work:

WINDOW! SILL!

My team (which is just me for the next half hour or so) swapped pods with the Sales Team, and there was a lovely window seat available. I was hesitant to take it (for reasons that will become clear in a moment), but my boss insisted .. and here I am. I am not so much excited about the window (the glare when the sun comes out will drive me insane) as I am about the triumphant return of my access to a windowsill: I can put all my crap back! Hooray!

There were some sacrifices to be made, of course. I lost my fabric walls, meaning I can’t hang things. The desk is not optimized for stolen shelving; I had to give up my hutch. I don’t have regular desk drawers, I have this bizarre Ikea abomination that requires Salad Fingers to reach anything inside. I love a challenge though, so I moved myself right in and started appropriating pieces of office equipment from other departments to build myself a Frankenhome – it’s a little precarious, but it works. Besides, they don’t call me Precarious Kimli for nothing – I am constant in danger of being buried by things. I have made peace with this.

So, why the hesitation when offered an upgrade to an excellent workspace? Because my old boss – who shall henceforth be known as ODB (as in Ol’ Dirty Boss even though he is neither old nor dirty but because it makes me laugh) – has been absorbed into my team, and as such, downgraded from his office to a cubicle in the P&C pod (which has been dubbed the Culturedome because I MUST NAME EVERYTHING). ODB has several levels and 7+ years seniority over me (like, Director vs. whatever the hell I am), so I was going to leave the prime spot for him as is fair. My boss (who needs a nickname; this is getting confusing – I was thinking Sylar not because she’s evil or has played Spock but because she’s absorbing people from other departments to become more powerful and I can’t think of a non-villainous equivalent that isn’t terribly insulting which is not my intent*) overruled my humble postulation though, and said I should just take it despite my protests. Even today, when word officially came down that he would be leaving the other team and joining mine, I offered to move so he could have the desk – but he doesn’t want it. That doesn’t make me feel any less guilty, though – he should have the fancy desk, not me. I’m already getting weird looks because I moved again; I don’t want people to think I refused ODB the good spot. I didn’t! I tried to give it to him! Oh I am wracked with guilt and caffeine. :(

It’s nice to be able to look outside, though. I can see the weather! It is raining.

*: I just lost about 20 nerd points – Ed suggested I call my boss Rogue, which is so fitting it actually kind of hurts. Also, she drives a friggin’ Rogue. I can’t believe I didn’t think of this myself. I’m going to go self-flagellate for a while with a Cat o’ Cat 5.

this has nothing to do with anything; i just like the picture