Our Grateful Life

If you have any poo, now would be a good time to throw it…

After three full weeks of being in my new office, it still feels a little like being an exhibit at the zoo. I started off thinking maybe I was the Giraffe, since in my mind they are such graceful, tall, lean creatures. However, I am now convinced the office is the monkey cage. The monkeys come in with new story lines every day that would shame a soap opera. They throw excuses and apologies and accusations around like bananas at each other. My question every day lately has been who will it be today? Who? Who? Who?

See, just like a monkey.

There are French doors on the office which means people walking by have ample space through which they can stare. For the first couple of weeks, random people would walk by at various times during the day and just gawk as they slowed down to a crawl. I tried to ignore most of them but that’s easier said than done. Especially when questions like “do you not have any work to do” or “decided to walk around inside today instead of taking a lunch stroll by the river, huh” are swirling around in my brain.

I suspect the monkeys at the zoo are thinking the same thing. Nothing to see here, folks. Keep moving.

Then I decided to start saying hi to everyone. Ignoring them wasn’t working so maybe being polite would work.

Not so much. For some, they took this as the opportunity to come sit down for a chat. Really people, I have things I need to be doing here. For others, they appeared slightly offended that I’d caught them staring. And totally called them on it.

Okay, so on to plan three. Close one of the doors. Yeah, didn’t work either. People were now curious as to what I was doing in this gigantic office with a door closed.

Afternoon tea, of course.

My next thought is to start throwing things at people. Or maybe shooting rubber bands at them. But ultimately, that will fail since I don’t have enough time to stay continually locked and loaded ready to shoot the next poor unsuspecting employee who just wants to walk down the hall to the elevator.

Enjoy the photos and feel free to come on down to the monkey cage for a visit. Just schedule an appointment first. Or I might just shoot you with a rubber band.

The View coming from the elevators.

Sitting area for all those relaxed and informal (READ: doesn't require documentation) conversations.

Lone chair that has never been sat in and the first two of the three holes waiting for TV's on the credenza.

Conference table and third hole.

Desk, where I spend most of my day. And the two chairs across from me for whatever saga is evolving that day.

The view from behind me if I ever turned around to take a look.

In all it's glory...