One of my favorite things about most of my jobs is that I can never be precisely sure what my day is gonna be like at work. Pretty much all I can be sure of is that I’ll show up at the office, and we’ll go from there. Well, today, even that part didn’t work out right. Yesterday was our office move where they moved us from one building to an adjacent building. I arrived this morning expecting to see the new office consisting of a desk, a lamp, a phone, a monitor, and my little box of fun (which is about as fun as a box containing files, pens, books, and a notebook can be). As I approached my new office for the first time I was greeted by this taped to the door:
I glanced at it and figured they had some problem with the furniture or something. But when I opened the door my jaw dropped.
I HAD BEEN MOVED INTO SOMEBODY’S STORAGE CLOSET. If you think I’m exaggerating, check out the non-comprehensive list of special things in my new office:
- A huge box of lanyards with badges for some marketing conference and like 6 keyboards
- A tree
- No less than 5 USB hubs
- Roughly 13 rolls of serious tape
- A REFRIGERATOR
- A MICROWAVE
- Multiple boxes of Marketing goodies including pens, flashlights, notebooks, binder clips . . . etc.
- A SERVER, and I’m not talking about they guy who brings your nachos at the restaurant, I’m talking about the computer that puts off more heat than a walrus on a treadmill
- Rolls and rolls of posters
- a VIDEOCAMERA
- A plastic tub full of Gatorade bottles
- Stacks of VHS tapes (I didn’t know those still existed) that I don’t want to know anything about
- Tons of misc office supplies
- Somebody’s old, grey sweat pants
- AND BEER . . . that’s right, there were multiple cases of beer cans of various brands, and the fridge was full of ‘em too
I wish that list was a creative writing exercise, but instead that is a catalog of the highlights of my new office. I could barely pull up a chair to my desk. It was like I was the victim of a tremendous corporate prank (good name for a rock band). I’m told that whoever the “owner” of the office is will be cleaning it out soon, but they can’t figure out who that person is . . . and for good reason – would you fess up to it? So until it gets sorted out I have perhaps the most interesting office at the company. And in case you don’t believe me, here are a few photos, remember – the room was supposed to be totally empty:
So if you’re in the neighborhood, please be sure to stop by. You can leave new stuff (whatever you like) or take a little something for your office. As for me, I’ll try not to be too troubled about being officed in a supply closet.