Chirky

I'm searching my heart for the right words to say, and I'm drawing a blank. Most of you know how much I love my job, the work that I do, the company for which I work. Several weeks ago I learned that my division would be moving from the 6th floor to the 3rd floor. We weren't thrilled about the move, but there was nothing we could do to stop it. As of today, the move is exactly two weeks away.

Yesterday I found out that the new company (with the move, we are becoming employees of a subsidiary of the parent company for which I currently work) has decided to take away my office.

Gasp!

Yesterday I went down with my division to try to figure out what to do, where I would be, which cubicle I want to make my new home. The problem is, I can't even think. I am shocked by this decision. I will no longer have a door to shut during lunch, while on conference calls, or when talking to clients. Privacy will be a thing of the past. Confidentiality will now be a whole new issue. I won't have the space to work on acquisitions that I have in my present office. I will have to rethink how I currently do my job to make the transition as easy as possible within a cubicle. Our division was fully expecting me to continue to have an office, and now our expectations have been shot down.

We will no longer have the quiet environment in which we currently work, because we will now have to listen to the employees of this subsidiary yelling at each other from where they are sitting at their desks, or walking down the hallway shouting and looking for each other. Yesterday while looking at cubicles, we listened to them yelling, "Marco!" "Polo!" I just rolled my eyes and groaned inside. I am NOT happy about this move.

At the same time, I feel like this is such a petty issue to be upset about. I am so thankful that I HAVE a job, and at that, one that I like. I respect the attorney that I work under, and am so glad that he is moving divisions with us. Everyday, I seem to overlook the blessings that God has given me in favor of searching for what I don't have. I wish I could say the opposite was true.

I keep turning around and staring out my window, hoping to burn the image in my mind. Perhaps in my cubicle I will hang a giant painting of the outdoors, and put vertical blinds in front of it to simulate a window. And I will bring in tons of lamps to replace the natural light. And I'll definitely have to get rid of my plant. I can barely keep it alive as it is - but without sunlight? Forget it.

Maybe, in retaliation to the subsidiary, I'll hang a beaded curtain in the new "doorway" to my cubicle, just to feel like I have a door. Like, a curtain with an image of a flamingo. And it would be ghetto enough that they would give me back my office, if only to get rid of such a hideous sight.