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   I liked my old office...

It was nice and big, there were only three people in it on the busiest of days and only one person could be gazing at my screen while they were at their desks.
Sure, it didn't have air conditioning, but it had a fan, which was nice, and most of the time I was the only person there.

Now they've put me in a huge cubical farm, with no whiteboard, air conditioning that is on by the vote of a committee of overheated peoples (I should not have to wear a jacket at my desk) and they won't stop talking. If they're not arguing over the position of the fridge (which I suspect Korinne won't be happy about, since everyone will be congregated at her desk if it stays where it is), they're fretting over what numbers the phones currently possess (which are being changed as soon as IT services gets around to it) or they're just fucking talking all the fucking time!
I was told it was going to be quiet in here. That it was nicer than my old office. That I would be seated with a bunch of people who are never in. Only now those people are saying that they like it so much they want to be in all the time, and they are all looming behind me making it so I can't concentrate and do any work.
Frankly I'm tempted to switch my computer off and move it back, because I'm really very unhappy here. Either that or switch the position of my desk so that I can face the window (another plus of my old office) with my screen pointed away from everyone else.

I hate it here, and I wish that W would get off the fucking phone and do some bloody work. It takes him an hour to drive here, he ought to respect that effort more and not spend the whole time talking to his wife.

Edited to Add: Break out the fucking headphones, or I will break them out for you, dipshit. Your taste in music sucks arse.

Labels: get off my lawn, I want to go home now, never going to graduate, odd smells in my office, stupid people