Tuesday, February 24, 2004

Ok, I don't mean to be a big complainy-butt, but I think I have the right to state my feelings on this subject, since I've been so easy going all the other times.

This is the seventh (7th) time in one and a half (1 1/2) years that I have moved offices. And as the moves go on, my office space becomes more and more disagreeable. Yet I have put up with them without much complaint.

Friday I was moved into the basement. They call it the "Ground Level" but it is in truth a basement with many basement-like characteristics. Coldness. Loud apparatus hummings. Solitude.

But because the basement was originally designed to be the call center for the National Phone Campaign it is very "student oriented." So along with basement-like qualities, add Top 40 radio playing at a most uncomfortable volume- not loud and not quiet but in the middle where its just loud enough to bug you and quiet enough to make you subconsciously strain to hear. My desk also rests right against the air filter- so all the cold air in the room vacuums around my ankles into the wall that also houses the buildings enormous heating system that vibrates all day long, shaking my desk, my chair, my eyes. Not to mention makes squeaks and a loud sub-audible tremelo that constricts my neck muscles as I tense up against the annoyance.

I hate it down here. I want to cry. And the worst part is, I could cry if I wanted because I'm down here all alone and no one would ever know!

These kind of conditions do not promate increased brain activity. I sit here and have no desire to decode and resolve the requests I recieve. I just want to do nothing. I want to get up and leave the room. I try to concentrate on difficult projects and realize I've only been singing the Bling Bling song by Pink.

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