you snooze you lose aka an office without a view
I guess that I still don't believe that I am a masters student because my jaw dropped pretty significantly when the Grad secretary asked me if I had picked up the keys to my office yet.
An office? for me? you must be mistaken, no she said that she wasn't mistaken and that she would need a $20 deposit for the key thank you very much.
I still didn't believe her though and had to check with Dr. Walsh just to be sure. Yep I had an office that I would be sharing with Stephanie and Mark. And it was the nice office with the window that Dr. Walsh had when she was a student so this would be good luck.
Ok I went back and paid for my key and went to check out my office.
Inside I found two desks by the wall where the window was. Mark's didn't have much yet but Stephanie had clearly lived by the Ikea rule of design. If you live in it you can make it your own. Already there were photos of friends and weddings, calendars, and a rug hanging... yes a rug hanging. She was still probably working out the paint colours and window treatment.
And so there was only one desk left... the one in the corner... beside the electrical outlet that must have supplied all the offices on the floor. It lookes like the office in Brazil. The natural light from the window does not make it to my desk, instead the lighting has that horrible florescent feel.
Even my chair is broken ( I noticed that Stephanie and Mark had grabbed the two nice black ones whose wheels still worked).
And so I find myself tempted to go to some fancy office furniture store and buy the biggest baddest lazyboy cum office chair the world has to offer, just to spite them and their rug hanging ways. Maybe I will put up large expensive wall screens around my desk and put in an ikea rug, and fantastic artwork over the electrical work. Or maybe I will just inadvertantly drive my broken chair over the wires everyonce in a while so that everyone's cord becomes unplugged at critical moments.
And next time I will get my office key before everybody else.
An office? for me? you must be mistaken, no she said that she wasn't mistaken and that she would need a $20 deposit for the key thank you very much.
I still didn't believe her though and had to check with Dr. Walsh just to be sure. Yep I had an office that I would be sharing with Stephanie and Mark. And it was the nice office with the window that Dr. Walsh had when she was a student so this would be good luck.
Ok I went back and paid for my key and went to check out my office.
Inside I found two desks by the wall where the window was. Mark's didn't have much yet but Stephanie had clearly lived by the Ikea rule of design. If you live in it you can make it your own. Already there were photos of friends and weddings, calendars, and a rug hanging... yes a rug hanging. She was still probably working out the paint colours and window treatment.
And so there was only one desk left... the one in the corner... beside the electrical outlet that must have supplied all the offices on the floor. It lookes like the office in Brazil. The natural light from the window does not make it to my desk, instead the lighting has that horrible florescent feel.
Even my chair is broken ( I noticed that Stephanie and Mark had grabbed the two nice black ones whose wheels still worked).
And so I find myself tempted to go to some fancy office furniture store and buy the biggest baddest lazyboy cum office chair the world has to offer, just to spite them and their rug hanging ways. Maybe I will put up large expensive wall screens around my desk and put in an ikea rug, and fantastic artwork over the electrical work. Or maybe I will just inadvertantly drive my broken chair over the wires everyonce in a while so that everyone's cord becomes unplugged at critical moments.
And next time I will get my office key before everybody else.
posted by ayearinhalifax | 4:12 PM
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