It's always a strange procedure, your first day at a new job. Besides the filling out of forms, you get to see your new cubicle, which you will share with four complete strangers. You go through the drawers in your desk, finding jetsam left by the previous peon in your position, or it may simply have served as a repository for someone else's in the cubie. (Hey, at least I've got buttermilk body lotion. "Honey, lock up the kids, we're gonna get lathered up tonight!")
You play around on your computer, which, sad to say, isn't anywhere near as powerful as your bottom-of-the-line home computer. Oh well, the company doesn't have any money to spare on upgrades.
Ah, but the best/worst part is knowing that any good stuff that may have been available in your workspace before has been pilferred away. The first thing to go is usually the ergonomic seat, so that you end up with the equivalent of a one-legged milking stool. Yeah, I've decided to no longer settle for crap like that. Walked around, found a great chair that wasn't being used, and rolled it to my desk. The fellow cubies looked at me in wonder.
Pissing on my territory, that's what I'm doing.
posted by Michel @ 2:47 PM
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