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This is long and possibly boring, so only start reading if you have
have nothing better to do. Also prepare to be a little confused since
it requires some back story and I don't know if my writing skills are
sharp enough to make it all clear. Also, on June 10th, 2004 there is a
post that fills in some other little things that I am not addressing
here....otherwise it would be 12 pages long. Feel free to check it out
in the June archives.
So, back in July 1997, I was approached and asked to apply for a job that
was open at UCSD. A friend had recommended me, tho I didn't know it.
I wasn't looking for a job, but I wasn't happy where I was and this
friend knew that. However, I had been working there for 7.5 years and
it was "comfortable" in the sense that I knew my job, knew everyone
there, pretty much knew everything I had to know. So I didn't apply
for the other job. I had read the job listing and thought it sounded
technical and wasn't really prepared for the idea of interviewing out
of the blue like that. I didn't even have my resume current. Two
months later I am contacted again by the same person asking why I
had not sent in my resume, blah, blah, blah. The position is still
open and they cannot find a soul out there to fill it. They are sure I
am a perfect fit for it. So I apply the second time. Of course, I got
it. I knew a week after I started that things were not as grand as
they had been made out to be. I wasn't told you had to pay for parking
and I wasn't told you were only paid once a month. Having come from a
job where I was paid every Friday and there was no such thing as paying
for parking, I was pretty upset. However, there was one thing
I was told...and that was that I would get my own office. I'd had
my own office 6 of the 7.5 years at the other job so it was a selling point
on taking the new job.
Well, I didn't get my own office.
There was a snafu and the office I was supposed to get didn't happen.
Eight months later, just as a coincidence, the person who was in the
office that was slated to get quit. So I moved in. If that person had
not left, I'm not sure what would have become of me. For those 9
months I resided out in the middle of the office at a "community"
desk. Sucked. But anyway, for the next 8 years I was in that private
office.....until I switched job functions. When I made the switch to
what I'm doing now (within the same department), I moved into yet
another private office. This is where things get a little confusing
for all of you. I don't dare explain because it will make little sense
to all of you. Let's just say that the office I'm in was temporarily
leased by my department from another department because my department
ran out of space. Make sense? Hope so. I've known that I would not
be in this office forever, but in the back of my mind, I really thought
that when I had to move again, it would be into something just as
good. I just always thought it would somehow work out that I'd have my
own office.
Okay, that's the back story and we are getting to the current part of
things.
Friday the people in my "group" were told that the lease on these
offices is up and we need to move. As you may have already guessed,
there are no private offices to move into. I will be moving into a
cubical the size of a penny. Is this the end of the world? No, of
course not. Is it worth crying over? No, I suppose not. Does it suck
really gigantic ostrich eggs? Yes, it really does. Maybe even
multiple gigantic ostrich eggs. I have not been happy here for some
time now and things just seem to keep getting worse. Greg told me he
thinks it's time for me to get a new job....I've been thinking that for
about a year. But there are just no guarantees that I will find
something better. Look at how moving from my last job worked out when
I took this one. Are things better? I can say I've learned a lot
working here, but who is to say I would not have learned new things at
the old job? I'm sure I would have. I didn't like my boss, but he was
gone 6 months out of the year.
So, getting a new job isn't likely to solve things. It's very tempting to look
and to leave, but if I'velearned anything from this, it's that the grass is rarely
greener on the other side. It's just a different shade with all the same twisted
roots and different bugs making trouble. I know this whole moving
process is going to bring me down....way down. People will come to
my new cubical and smile and make nice....saying things like "oh, this
is a nice cubical..." or "how are things in your new cubical?"....and
you know what? I will want to punch them. How the hell do they think
the new cubical is? And no, it isn't nice.....it sucks gigantic
ostrich eggs and I don't need them and their fake happy attitude to
stand there acting like it's swell. Maybe I will take them by the ear
and show them my old office and then ask them "how the hell do you
think things are in my new cubical after having had this office??".
It's like driving a Mercedes and having it taken away and given a Pacer!
I just don't know if I will be able to ride this out. It has misery
written all over it. And I think I might not have learned my lesson.
I might still hop the fence to go see what color the grass is on the
other side. But I'll be damn sure it has free parking!
Oh, and if you read the 6/04 archive entry, my cubical mate is the person
I wrote about in that post. I'm telling you.... misery written all over it.
posted by Kitty Monday, April 10, 2006
