This week I started my new job, and the only thing I was really excited about was having my own office.
Some of my friends wanted to know why I was feeling like it was Christmas and I think it is time I explain my fascination with having my own office.
Back in 2011, I was hired at a shiprepair company as a Safety Manger and one of the things I was promised when I was hired was my own office. Let me correct that statement, the QA Manager and I were going to share a big office, but in my eyes that was the same. It would be a place where I could close my door and focus on my work need be. My first day at work, I arrived excited to decorate and to set up my desk. That would be short lived. The next day the boss came and told me he thought it would be better if I just sat at the receptionist desk.
I was destroyed in the inside….especially when they gave my office away to this see you next Tuesday that….never mind, we will save that for the reason I don’t trust anyone I work with further than I can throw them. So, the concept of my own office is like the kid who never had nice sneakers and when they grow up they buy all the sneakers they can. So yes, I open and close my door a million times a day, I have hung every picture of every person I love, and I even have my own shiny red stapler (shout out to Office Space).
It’s my blessing and I can wear it out if I want to.