bitching, as usual

The day my nice office ran away

Simply put, my team in office shifted to the new extension office space just opposite the street. Frankly I don’t think the logistics part was done properly and there was a lot of serious time delay and screw-ups when we finally moved in for a few various reasons as I have carefully listed below:

• the internet connection was not ready. You can leave me on a deserted island in the middle of the ocean with no food, no drinking water nor shelter as all 3 I can probably savage… but I don’t think I can bear the thought of having no broadband connection.

• the network was painfully slow, I swear we have gone back to the dialup era in this god-forsaken building, which made working on files extremely excruciating as every file requires a ‘link’ to another ‘file’ on the network. Thus I ended up, the first time ever in this new millennium, thinking faster than my computer.

• The office reeked of the smell of new paint, which some people actually like, but unfortunately I am not some people. It gives me a headache that makes me feel like the ceiling is constantly balancing on the top of my head.

• As the air vents on the windows are too ancient to work properly anymore, still air prevails within the confines of the 4 walls that encloses our puny existence, even though I am right beside the window. Actually, thinking bout it, if I feel this way, the others must feel much worse…

• We all sit facing huge white wooden walls. This I really dislike. I prefer an open seating plan, which unfortunately is detrimental when one decides to slack and surf rubbish, but nevertheless makes me feel like we are rats in a laboratory

• I think a large reason as to why we are moved over so soon is due to the fact that the firm is hiring people at the same rate in which mosquitoes lay their eggs. All the newer-than-me staff are all hot-desking every morning, walking into office and on the constant lookout for who’s leaving the office, even for a few hours. Yes, it has been that bad. Thus we moved here even before they have completed everything… the carpenter is now joyously drilling away next to me. Yes, right beside me.

• The building’s toilet seems like a movie set out of ‘Dark Waters’… can almost imagine water gushing out from below the partitions of the cubicle and some gruesome female who has a bad hair stylist all dressed in white crawling out from within…

But as any Brit would reply in a restaurant, “ It’s all lovely, thank you”.