Scared Bunny

Here I sit at my desk. My empty desk.

As I stated, I planned on packing up today, and as soon as I finished my morning calls, that is exactly what I did. Now I have 6 packed crates, 7 packed boxes and a desk with nothing but a computer and a phone. In short, there is nothing here. But I am expected to work. I suppose I could send some emails, but that would be it. Can’t send letters because I had to pack the paper. Not any sales calls because the lists had to be packed. I can basically confer with about 4 people I am working with, and sit here at this computer.

According to policy I am supposed to sit here for another 4 hours. I don’t see that happening. There is nowhere near enough activity to keep me amused for 4 hours. Even if I leave for lunch we are talking 3 hours to kill. In school they always said I was dangerous if I got bored. Were I to actually try to stay here I think I might finally get to meet someone from Human Resources. Just not in a good way.

This is one of those days I wonder exactly what they are thinking. My team’s “move coordinator” stopped by and offered to help me pack. Obviously there was some concern that I wouldn’t have my shit together, so she offered to help. I let her pack a cabinet and round up some cases. She also put some stickers on stuff. Altogether the packing took 20 minutes.

And yet they wonder why I didn’t have it all packed days ago.

This seems to support my conclusion that the move is way overcomplicated. I have moved houses over a dozen times in my adult life. I have never had it seem as complicated as this. I am not good at moving. I am not good at packing. I am not good at unpacking. In fact, and my wife will confirm this, I am basically good at carrying heavy stuff and driving the big truck. Even with that as my frame of reference, it doesn’t seem like this should take so many people away from their real jobs, and force others to be unable to do diddly squat for over a week.

In other news, most of my extra writing has been going to Tales of Sister Grim. If you haven’t read it, check it out. I urge you to start with the first post and work from there, though, because it really can be confusing to follow otherwise.

The problem is, as things happen in real time I am so tempted to write them. No matter what happens, the people in the story seem to find a new and inventive way to shock me. The last week has several posts begging to be written, but I am still telling stories from late last year. I guess I will have to write there more often because I think they may well give me enough for a post a day.

I would write a book or a movie, but I get the feeling I’d get sued.

Labels: crazy, moving, overkill, sister grim, work

OK, so the move is going on, but I wasn’t in the office today. I decided to work from home, make my calls on the couch and all that shit. But I did check email, and guess what; the move has it’s own web site.

I would say things are pretty fucking nuts when a move has to have a web site for news and updates. I mean, seriously. We are basically putting shit in boxes and putting stickers on said boxes. Then it gets moved. When we get back to work next week all our shit will, in theory, be at what will become our new office. While I am not saying the logistics are easy for a big move, I think it is safe to say that, from my standpoint, this is a pretty simple concept.

However there must be something I am missing. The web site has all of the information they already gave us, as well as “up to the minute” updates. I am not really sure what kind of breaking news we can expect. Either we are being moved, or we are not. Beyond that, there isn’t any sort of “news” I need on the whole thing. I knew we had some people who had a vested interest in making this complicated, but I had no idea how many there are.

And the move has its first controversy. It seems there are 4 villas dedicated to our team. The 4th is for an as yet unhired salesman who will do a different kind of loan. They expect this person to be in place within a month or so, and it made sense for them to just free up the extra desk now. The person at said desk has different ideas though. He has decreed that he will be moving in August, and not now. So the two managers are set to square off. I am kind of looking forward to the battle. I guess there is something special about the villa this guy is in because one of my coworkers is upset that he can’t have it if this guy doesn’t move his shit.

And they wonder why I am not excited about being moved closer to all these people.

I am also unsure what the coffee situation is up there. I am betting there are a bunch of people who only drink coffee they got at some place like Starbucks. They just don’t seem like the type to make their own coffee, whether it is with shitty company coffee or good coffee brought from home. While this is good in the sense that it may mean I am away from the conflict, it does increase the likelihood that I will be having only the company coffee. And I’ll probably still have to make it myself.

Frankly, making me make that shit for myself is just cruel. It’s not like I don’t know that it’s crappy coffee. I know good coffee. At home I have good coffee. When I go out I try to get good coffee. So making me actually make that swill myself just seems mean. I swear I have even gone without some days lately because I just couldn’t do it to myself. I also feel a little guilty knowing others will also drink this crap, and that I made it for them.

Anyway, tomorrow I have to get up, go to work, actually do some real work and then pack. As soon as that’s done I am out of there for the weekend. And when I get back, I get to see the aftermath.

Heaven help us.

Labels: management, moving, overkill, power, work