Scared Bunny

OK, so people are thinking to themselves; “Was he killed in the Great Coffee War? Did an espresso machine blow up and paralyze him?” The fact is neither of these things has happened. Hell, I haven’t really had much talk with either faction in days. Today’s “Happy Friday” was the closest I have had to involvement. Well, other than the fact I continue to drink the shitty coffee while some people are drinking good coffee. But I think the reason I am not on their radar is quite simple. They have come to the conclusion I am not someone valuable to either side as an ally.

I am not taking this personally because I doubt it has anything to do with me as a man. I mean, hell, I have a villa and, for whatever reason, that means something around here. I heard today about how there are people who have villas that haven’t even been hired yet. I also heard about people who have had exceptions submitted on their behalf so they can have a villa. This damn villa shit is very important here. So anyone with enough clout to have one is someone you would want on your side.

But they aren’t worried about me because I am about to be moved off the front lines. Now, I am not saying I am losing my villa, because I don’t believe that is the case. Instead I am being moved. I am told this is something that happens quite frequently around here. In fact, it is the frequent moves that are the reason that, for me to have a villa I had to be located on the far side of the building away from every single person I actually work with.

Truth be told though, I don’t want to move really. It’s not that I don’t want to move, it’s that I really don’t want to be surrounded by a whole bunch of people who do what I do. To be frank, I am now in what can best be called a sales position. That means I would be surrounded by other sales people. I may be a salesperson, but that doesn’t change the fact I know what they are like. It doesn’t help that we are also competitors despite working for the same company. It also doesn’t help that I am the new guy who was basically hired in secret.

Another reason I am not real psyched about this whole thing is what they call the process of getting us all moved. They call it a “restack”. Frankly I am not fond of any human resources activity that makes us all sound like cord wood. I also get a little scared that they may mean it literally and we’ll have villas stacked on top of each other. That’s not too bad if you are in the villa on top I guess, but being a bottom villa would be a pretty lame thing I think. Hell, I bet it’s an insult in some cultures to call someone a bottom villa.

So for now I am just going to drink good coffee from home, shit coffee from work and try to make sure I am not going to end up being a bottom.

Work is just so complicated sometimes.