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Moving on Up

I was recently upgraded from a small gray cube with no view whatsoever to a large, white coffice (not quite a cube, not quite an office). I have a window and a semblance of privacy - no longer can people sneak up on me from behind. And in what might be the best feature of all, I have a desk that separates me from the "others." With chairs for people who want to stop by and chat.

It has, sadly, improved my job satisfaction astronomically. I should not be so easily swayed, but alas, I am.

From my new location, high above the city on the second-highest floor* in a moderately high Midtown building, I had a great view of the hours of snow today. Needless to say, this decreased my satisfaction with Manhattan to dismal depths.

*There exists the idea that having an office at the top is (choose your own) impressive/powerful/great/beneficial/etc. I beg to disagree. We have two elevator banks with four anemic, nauseating elevators in each bank. In the morning, there are 13 possible floors where the elevators can stop before I disembark. I schedule each morning so I can arrive just around 9. There are many mornings when I spend a good 5 minutes waiting for the elevator, followed by a 5-minute choppy ride up.

But nothing is worse than last night, when, for once, I caught one of the elevators alone and rode "express" to the lobby. Except then the doors stayed shut. And the car didn't move. And my pressing the buttons and screaming and banging on the doors did nothing. And then the car started to move, and I didn't know which direction we were going, if we were rising or falling, so I started hitting buttons, and finally the car stopped moving, and I ran out, and was stuck on a strange floor (which was, unfortunately, none of the anonymous floors in the building that I'd actually like to explore), but still had to catch another elevator (no death wish, thank you) to get out of the builing.

posted by venus de kilo @ 7:11 PM