Wednesday, August 11, 2010
I work on the fourth floor of your main administrative building. It is an 'I" shaped building, with the tines housing senior offices and the body containing the cubes for the drones.
Naturally, I have a corner office.
On my floor the Office of Research and the Office of Academic Affairs share an uneasy relationship. Both Vice-Chancellors are one end of the hall and various Assistant and Associate Vice-Chancellors are scattered at each end. Well, like most places we're going through some restructuring...some staffing changes. Sad, but true, and resulting in empty offices. So, the VC Academic Affairs decided we would re-structure to make better use of the space.
Now try and follow this if you can...
One Assistant Vice-Chancellor is moving to a large office off of the main corridor, the Associate Vice Chancellor is moving in the smaller space vacated by the Assistant Vice Chancellor*, and another Assistant Vice-Chancellor (my boss) is moving from one end of the hall to the other into the space vacated by the aforementioned Associate Vice-Chancellor. In the Assistant Vice-Chancellor's (my boss) now vacant office a few high-ranking drones (my peers in Academic Affairs, essentially) are moving so as to create a more cohesive unit, next door to the Vice Chancellor for whom they work (even they too report to my boss, the Assistant Vice-Chancellor, now at my end of the hall).
Meanwhile, and somewhat relevant to this tale, 95% of the drones are being re-shuffled too. So, no one is getting any work done. I am one of four people on the entire floor who isn't having to move. So, I at least should be able to get some work done right?
Alas no. I am now surrounded on all sides by various ranks of Vice-Chancellor in the process of having their offices moved and reshuffled. And pictures hung, which attends with its concomitant banging of nails into walls. And every dolly cart is in critical need of lubrication.
I'm trying to write a paper. I have 48 hours to finish it and submit it, and I need silence to write. I tried working at home, but my girlfriend decided to watch "The price is Right" and provide her own amusing narration to give Drew Cary a hand. The cats got jealous of my computer getting all the attention (and were probably as annoyed by the 'witty' banter between Musicgirl and Mr. Cary) that they took turns chasing the cursor on my computer screen and sitting on my lab marking 'puddings'. They have sharp claws.
This. Fucking. Sucks. I could go to the library, but it's 3 blocks away and it's 40C again today, and the med students are back in school so the place will be like a fucking frat party as d00des who haven't seen other, like, in weeks ma-a-a-n play catch up.
I think we're getting close to full-relocation. There's an excellent e-cafe a couple of miles away. Free WiFi and free re-fills. The clock is ticking...
*The Associate Vice-Chancellor is moving to smaller office because she just got a massive fucking R01 and is now back in the lab 3-4 days/week. One thing about my place, deadwood does not hold senior administrative positions!
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