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Moving day
Feb. 16th, 2010 03:12 pmWe moved into the new office today, this time with the aid of a large cardboard box rather than several vanloads like last time. Here's a blurry mobile phone picture of my new work space.
Of particular note in this picture are the whiteboard that was left for my claiming (which will no doubt be full of assorted junk by the end of the week), and the unmistakable view of outdoors that we didn't have the luxury of in the centre of the building where we were before.
The biggest difference, though, is something that can't be shown visually - another concept that's very new to us is that we have a door (with hooks on the back and everything), and therefore the only noise that we hear is a faint murmur from the desks outside, which makes a change from half of everyone in the office's phone calls. It really is quite a novelty to be able to work in peace, without hearing the woman who I mentally christened Foghorn Nancy bellowing down the phone about someone mending her fence from the other end of the room. (At least, I always assumed she was using a phone. Now that I think about it, it's possible that she really was just shouting towards Somerville.)
Unfortunately, that new view of outside made me increasingly worried about the snowfall and the T's ability to cope with it, so I retreated home in the middle of the day. But it's going to be nice to have our own space to go to from now on, when we can get there.
Of particular note in this picture are the whiteboard that was left for my claiming (which will no doubt be full of assorted junk by the end of the week), and the unmistakable view of outdoors that we didn't have the luxury of in the centre of the building where we were before.
The biggest difference, though, is something that can't be shown visually - another concept that's very new to us is that we have a door (with hooks on the back and everything), and therefore the only noise that we hear is a faint murmur from the desks outside, which makes a change from half of everyone in the office's phone calls. It really is quite a novelty to be able to work in peace, without hearing the woman who I mentally christened Foghorn Nancy bellowing down the phone about someone mending her fence from the other end of the room. (At least, I always assumed she was using a phone. Now that I think about it, it's possible that she really was just shouting towards Somerville.)
Unfortunately, that new view of outside made me increasingly worried about the snowfall and the T's ability to cope with it, so I retreated home in the middle of the day. But it's going to be nice to have our own space to go to from now on, when we can get there.
