I really wanted to title this "Oh for Eff Sake" but I decided not to. For once, I'm choosing to be a grown-up. This One Time! The other option is The Cheese Stands Alone, which will make sense in a few paragraphs.
My work has been absolutely crazy cakes. (thank you, Swistle, for that word) In October, we merged with another agency. One that happened to be bigger than ours but had management issues. We crammed four additional people into our offices and endured copious amounts of drama.
Momentarily, the dust settled. And then.
The case manager decided that this merger somehow translated into "I don't have to do my job anymore" and she was eventually invited to work elsewhere. Okay, now that leaves me as the person that has been employed by my agency the longest. Okay.
Then, after a series of meetings and emails, the executive director was invited to leave. Well, was going to be invited but she decided to leave ahead of said invitation.
I am now the only person who worked for the original agency. I have won Survivor. The Cheese Stands Alone.
All of these changes brought a new co-worker who wasn't so new because she just came over from one building (same agency) to another. Then it also brought an interim executive director who was the board president just prior to my starting there. Then because this isn't confusing enough, it also brought an interim board president because the current board president had recent surgery and is taking leave.
Now you see why I wanted to title this "Oh For Eff Sakes"
So, if you're doing the math, we've added two more folks into our building which was already super overcrowded.
In the mix of all this, I moved my office. Instead of being on the main floor, I moved downstairs. It's very quiet and out of the way and I actually enjoy it. I can open the windows, I can turn the music up, I can surf the internet freely. (joking, not joking) I can talk to myself and make noise without worrying about disturbing my co-worker.
My office is also the bookkeeper's office BUT she is supposed to work in the afternoon while I'm not there. (there are two workstations) Well, she has been appearing early and she is NOT AMUSED. Not about the changes, not about me being in the office. NOT AMUSED. (fast forward: she ended up quitting so there's that)
Example #2 of wanting that title for this post.
In about one month, I will most likely be moving offices again. I KNOW. Part of the reason is that my office is so detached and part of the reason is convoluted and complicated and would require charts, graphs, and a laser pointer. Mostly is because my job title and duties have changed again.
My current office is a remodeled storage room and has piping for the sprinkler system. It's kind of steam-punk but it's nice though. The walls are yellow and there are windows that let the natural light in without being glaring. We've decorated it nicely so the pipes just become part of the ambiance.
It was the office of the former executive director. She left said office about two months ago, not because of her impending invitation to leave but because she decided that she didn't want to work down there anymore.
Instead of having a meeting and requesting for us to restructure our offices (again) she created a reason: it had mold and was making her sick. It wasn't and there wasn't. A) it was a brand new space and 2) we had multiple tests that told us that it didn't. Yes, she imagined mold and illness. But wait, there's more. She squatted in everyone ELSES office until the social worker left us and then she immediately took that office hostage.
Now you see why she no longer works here and the optional title of this post.
In a few weeks this will most likely be all different again. It's a good thing I pack light and that I enjoy my coworkers.
Outwit, outlast, outplay: the reality reality show.