Today was moving day. I now no longer have a ten minute commute to work. Now I have to go clear across to the west end to the new location. Approx. 25 minutes. I’m hoping it will improve as I learn the secret shortcuts. It would also help if I don’t stop for gas.
I took the scooter to be special, which might have been a mistake. It wasn’t raining, but it had been, so the streets were a little slippery. But I got there safely, and parked in the underground parking. In winter, if all goes according to plan, I’ll never be outside again.
And now I have an office of my own.
Smaller than advertised.
I swear that on paper it looked much better. (The office manager is not a draftsman, but that didn’t stop her from trying.) But in real life, the desk is too big. I have to squeeze through some parts. Maybe I need to trade parts with some other people. (Collect the whole set!)
The big goal was to not have my back to the door, and to be able to enjoy the window. The way it is right now, I have to walk around the whole desk to get to or from the door. But, I do get to go past the window on this commute. And the view is nice.
Well it overlooks a highway, and a revolving sign that advertises the building. I can watch it when I’m bored and learn that the “Alberta Academy of Aesthetics” is located in this building. i.e. Somewhere in this building is a place full of beautiful women, trying to be more beautiful. This is what makes the view so nice. I watched some guy dropping off his gorgeous girlfriend below my window. I even got to watch as she leaned over to collect her stuff from the car. With current fashion trends working in my favor, it is easy to tell that she is wearing a thong.
Conveniently, the windows are one way, so I can ogle whomever I want, without them knowing.
Stalking is such an ugly word.
The unfortunate part of this move is that I am now missing half my stuff. I packed two boxes for the move (not counting computers and furniture) and only one was delivered. The other box isn’t critical, yet, but it has all the books from my bookcase. So now if I want to look up Perl, HTML, phone numbers, or even how to use our product, I’m out of luck. Calendar’s gone too. I searched throughout the office looking for it, but I can’t find it. I’m hoping it will turn up, because it isn’t at the old place.
Having an office, after being in an open space for six years, is taking some getting used to. It feels lonely. I can’t talk to someone as easily as before. It’s also a lot easier to hear bothersome sounds. Where once the sound of ventilation was hidden behind the general drone of people, it’s now harder to ignore.
The commute home is better. And I did get to bump into the aforementioned gorgeous girlfriend while heading to the parking garage. (Unfortunately some not-gorgeous-nerd from another business was talking to me at the time. As if that matters.) I stopped off at the Apple store across the street (because I can), but they didn’t have an Airport Express, so my paycheck stays intact.