Late last week I got an email at work asking for a list of
things we wanted to take with us for our office move.
I dismissed it. I knew the writers at AMWTP were being moved
to a different part of their building because of issues in their current
location (noise, cold, stuff dripping on their desks). No one had talked to me
about moving – I’m in a different building, serving a different group of
workers.
Then today I got another email about “the move.”
So. I decided to make enquiries.
Apparently, I’m moving too.
It’s a real “who moved my cheese” moment (thus the video of
Frank’s rat trap). While I’m still grappling with the newness of the idea (and
I’m not yet sure I’m sold on it yet) it’s becoming more apparent that there’s
not much I can do about it.
So the cheese will move.
It’ll make it more of a challenge for my customers to drop
in on me. Which will probably mean more emails and phone calls, as I’m being
moved about a twenty-minute walk (round trip) out of their way. I’m not sure
what purpose the move serves other than getting all the writers together,
because we can communicate via email and phone just as easily as anyone else.
The wheels will turn and I’ll find my cheese again. And
probably have to get fitted for an additional pair of glasses.
Or this.
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