i think i'm milton...

So almost everyone in our generation can appreciate the movie Office Space. Right? It probably sums up how most of us feel going into work every day... walking into that endless farm of cubes, the memos, the bosses, the misery of it all. And in this economy, yes I know we should all just be grateful to have a job.

However, just because I'm thankful for my job, doesn't mean that there aren't times I don't want to make an attempt to jump out of my window... which really wouldn't work since I work in a one story, free standing building and my window is floor to ceiling and looks out onto a field of grass. And sometimes ducks. I think the only way I could actually do harm to myself is if I made it out the window and the ducks happened to be rabid, quite feasible really.

On to my point. Thanks to recent occurrences at my company, I am now Milton. I even have the red Swingline stapler (it was a "yay you got your first professional job" present from ed right after i graduated from grad school) it rocks my world. Everyone envies it.

I think I'm Milton, not because of the stapler, or because ironically I happen to be wearing my glasses today, but because I am moving offices, yet again. Pretty sure my desk will now face a mindless taupe wall in a corner. I'm also getting a new office mate, someone I know well, and I'm not sure how I feel about this. Contrary to how I am about most things, I'm actually pretty laid back and even keel at work. I roll with the punches... the person I will share with... yeahhhh, not so much. I like a drama free work environment. You see I am the head of my department, only because I am the only one in my department. I just do my thing, mind my business and try and stay out of the way. It's how I roll as a professional.

I have two bosses, which amazingly have stayed the same my entire stint here. My bosses are the second in command over everything here and the sales manager. However, with this move, I'm not sure everyone will share this opinion... coughahem... if you're smellin' what I'm steppin' in (okay to be more obvious, new office mate might come under the impression they are in charge of me.)

Despite my rolling with the punch-iness..... Interwebs, I think it's time to fight for my rights. Otherwise I'm going to end up being bossed around and officing on the loading dock surrounded by creepy old billboard cutouts and posters the size of a semi-truck... with no electricity, or heat, or air, or humans, just rats and a little lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. Just like Milton.

I'm going to need lots of pencils, seeing how they are really useful for shoving into my eyeballs when miserable at work. Apparently, starting tomorrow, I say goodbye to drama free, bring on the pencils... Sigh. As if it weren't getting depressing enough around here.

I was told I could listen at a reasonable volume. My stapler. I said no salt. I will burn this place down.