Work Stuff

Last week, my job moved to a new building. This will be my third building and fifth cube since I started two years ago. I don’t know what it is about this move, but it’s gotten everyone into a decorating mood, including me. I figure if I’m going to sit in a little box for eight hours a day, it should look moderately cute.

I’m not done yet. I still want to buy a few canvas prints and maybe another fake plant since those are the only ones I can keep “alive.”

I like that cube decorating has given me all sorts of new excuses to buy things I wouldn’t normally waste money on…like rock bunnies.

Basically, some dude picked up two rocks off the ground, glued them together, and asked me to give him $5.00 for it, and I was like, “ok, sure!” I also found this kitty post it holder online that I *had* to buy because ADORABLE. I might tape some bunny ears to it.

In our last building, I shared a big cube with an older gentleman who said about two words a day, so it’s quite the difference being in a chatty area. At first, I wanted to punch everyone around me but I’ve been learning to find the entertainment value in my co-workers. Here’s a sampling of a few things I’ve overheard:

Co-worker 1: Who’s instant messaging with “Joe?”
Co-worker 2: Not me. Is this a trick question?
Co-worker 1: Oh, nevermind. It was me.

Or co-worker 1 asking: “When you say 1 through 8, does that include 8?”

Literally every day some crazy shit gets said where I feel that it has justified my coming to work that day. So I’ll have to say this move has been successful.

I also have almost direct access to my work bestie, Cheyanne. (Usually the powers that be try to separate us and for good reason). Earlier in the week, I said I was hungry and she asked me if I wanted broccoli. I looked over and saw this.

That’s friendship right there.

So, I have a cute cube, I sit near some crazies, and I can get some cube hole broccoli whenever I want. I think that’s about all one could ask for in their profession.