So I was told there would be some kind of move in my office. Who, what, where, and how was to be communicated.
Two weeks before the move we received very detailed and very clear instructions on what we had to do during the move and when.
Except I learned that those instructions did not apply to me because our floor would be moving a couple of days before the official move. Of course no official instructions were given for my case unless you count the emails urging me to not deviate from the instructions written in bold and red I kept on receiving that, apparently didn't apply to me.
So the day of the move (or not who knows?) I decided that the only two people I needed to be concerned with was the guy who's place I would be occupying and the guy who would be taking my place. Thirty minutes before I had to leave I went over the the guy who sat in the place I would be sitting.
Me: Hey
External consultant: Hey
Me: So... are you moving your stuff this evening or tomorrow morning?
External consultant: I'm not sure. I guess it depends on when I can move to my new place.
Me: ...
So I considered that maybe I could just stay where I was until someone kicked me out. Except the person who would be taking my place was my manager.
Me: Hey
Manager: Hey.
Me: So... are you moving your stuff this evening or tomorrow morning?
Manager: This evening. Don't worry we'll take care of everything.
Me: Who's we?
Manager: [Name of person I never heard of]
Me: ...
In the end I ended up cramming all my personal belonging in my portable desk drawer that looked like everyone else's portable desk drawer and put a giant sticker with my name on it. I locked it, took the key, and hoped for the best.
The next morning I went to my new place to see a portable desk drawer without my name on it. I looked at my old place and saw a portable desk drawer without my name on it, either. I tried to open it with my key and... it worked! Everything seemed to be in order.
Except I happened to be in a spot where the sun hits my computer screen rendering looking at my screen impossible. I searched for the remote to lower the window blinds which I already knew was no easy task as the state of the window blinds was a hot controversy in an open space so you never know where that damn thing is and even if you did find it people want to know what you're going to do with it. Fortunately I get in early to avoid such aquisitions but unfortunately makes me on my own to locate it. When I finally found it and had the blinds to my liking some other co workers came in.
Hey who turned off the lights? Where's the remote? It's such a beautiful day!
Sigh.
Two weeks before the move we received very detailed and very clear instructions on what we had to do during the move and when.
Except I learned that those instructions did not apply to me because our floor would be moving a couple of days before the official move. Of course no official instructions were given for my case unless you count the emails urging me to not deviate from the instructions written in bold and red I kept on receiving that, apparently didn't apply to me.
So the day of the move (or not who knows?) I decided that the only two people I needed to be concerned with was the guy who's place I would be occupying and the guy who would be taking my place. Thirty minutes before I had to leave I went over the the guy who sat in the place I would be sitting.
Me: Hey
External consultant: Hey
Me: So... are you moving your stuff this evening or tomorrow morning?
External consultant: I'm not sure. I guess it depends on when I can move to my new place.
Me: ...
So I considered that maybe I could just stay where I was until someone kicked me out. Except the person who would be taking my place was my manager.
Me: Hey
Manager: Hey.
Me: So... are you moving your stuff this evening or tomorrow morning?
Manager: This evening. Don't worry we'll take care of everything.
Me: Who's we?
Manager: [Name of person I never heard of]
Me: ...
In the end I ended up cramming all my personal belonging in my portable desk drawer that looked like everyone else's portable desk drawer and put a giant sticker with my name on it. I locked it, took the key, and hoped for the best.
The next morning I went to my new place to see a portable desk drawer without my name on it. I looked at my old place and saw a portable desk drawer without my name on it, either. I tried to open it with my key and... it worked! Everything seemed to be in order.
Except I happened to be in a spot where the sun hits my computer screen rendering looking at my screen impossible. I searched for the remote to lower the window blinds which I already knew was no easy task as the state of the window blinds was a hot controversy in an open space so you never know where that damn thing is and even if you did find it people want to know what you're going to do with it. Fortunately I get in early to avoid such aquisitions but unfortunately makes me on my own to locate it. When I finally found it and had the blinds to my liking some other co workers came in.
Hey who turned off the lights? Where's the remote? It's such a beautiful day!
Sigh.
