Today, for the third Monday in a row I arrived at work to find that some aspect of my job changed after I left Friday afternoon. Three weeks ago I walked in to find pictures of a coworkers children on my desk. That was my first clue. My things had been moved to an office down the hall, which I suppose was fine.. Until the accountant came in and wanted HER desk back. We adjusted though. Neither of us is there full time so we divided up the drawers and I found a spare computer that I can usually use when we happen to be in the office at the same time. I made myself a "mobile desk", a manila folder with various supplies and my name on the front so I could float around without infringing too much on others.
Two Mondays ago a new full time person was hired. This is actually good news but it means I will be losing some tasks after she is fully trained and able to take over. I spent the week getting used to my new routine. Monday at my desk, Tuesday floating, Wednesday my desk again, Thursday and Friday.. floating everywhere.
The new person started today.. and when I got to work I found she has been given my computer, and calculator, and stapler, and staple puller, and my cup of pens... in fact the only thing she didn't get was my "mobile office" and my box of zbars!
I should have seen it coming. I should have paid more attention to Milton... but I didn't.. so I've lost everything. Except the job. They still expect me to do the job......
"And I said, I don't care if they lay me off either, because I told, I told Bill that if they move my desk one more time, then, then I'm, I'm quitting, I'm going to quit. And, and I told Don too, because they've moved my desk four times already this year, and I used to be over by the window, and I could see the squirrels, and they were merry, but then, they switched from the Swingline to the Boston stapler, but I kept my Swingline stapler because it didn't bind up as much..."