I had one of the stranger business meetings of my life this morning. It was held by candlelight. The VP (see: “boots-wearing”, “yankee” in previous post) who has taken on the task of ‘habitat improvement’ of our workplace. Since they laid off the marketing woman last week, I work alone in my cubical in a room that is about 2300 square feet. It’s my own domain that the occasional crazy VP wanders through in search of the color copier. This morning the VP tacked up a set of black plastic streamers in the entrace doorway like you might buy for a Halloween party. Then he turned off all the lights, closed the blinds and handed out candles. There we are, with the candles in the dark, dripping on the blue berber carpet. The meeting proceeded as most other meetings, with the VP talking a bunch, some of the developers mouthing off and then some committees being set up. All by candelight.
It turns out that my vast domain has now been allocated as ‘the developers’ cave’. Goodbye domain! Luckily, I’m a sucker for any project that means I don’t have to do the work I was hired to do, so this afternoon I helped a guy measure the whole room and brainstormed on cube layouts and Visual Factory cues for the room. I am strategizing on ways to keep my privacy and my prime window spot while still appearing as a ‘team player’. I guess if I end up hating it I can go back to my old spot, the (it’s so cold it’s a…) Morgue Corner.
These are the things that occupy my mind today. Time to go home.