marcicat | workaday Wednesday

On September 10th last year, I asked if I could move two desks down. (There is a convoluted procedure for such requests, as there seems to be for everything.) I was told that the “Space Planning Committee” (whose existence I had previously been unaware of) was “currently finalizing plans for 2019.” And they would get back to me shortly.

I followed up after a month, to no effect. The desk stayed empty. I ignored it for another month after that, because I decided to be distracted by other things, and then I kept ignoring it through December because it was Christmas, and also multiple people were fired that month and I figured best not to draw any attention at all.

But this week I decided ‘why not?’ and followed up again. And after a somewhat ridiculous series of back and forth emails, the move has finally been approved, four months after I put in my request. Now the timer can begin on *actually* moving, which is a whole new series of steps.

[Note: I was sternly warned by admin that a desk closer to the window would be COLDER, and I should BE AWARE of that before I made any RASH DECISIONS about moving. I gave myself a gold star for not replying back, ‘Oh, so you think this will happen before summer?’]

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