Nobody here has proper offices. The folks at the very highest level - and I'm talking about three or four people here - have, in addition to a cube, a smallish glass wall meeting room adjacent. That's it.

My company switched to an open plan office a couple years ago when we moved into our new space. We don't even have cubes, just big shared tables. So the HR intern and the CEO have exactly the same amount of desk space. We do have a shitload of tiny 4-person conference rooms, but HR is pretty good about not just letting the executives use them as ad-hoc offices.

[eta: Over at Partner Company where I spend most of my time, I do have an office, with a door. It used to be an edit suite so it's a weird size and has no windows.]

people here are so ridiculous about NEEDING offices. spoiled babies. one of the Directors I work for goes on and on and on about how his dept really absolutely needs individual offices with natural light. primadonna. I like to tell him over and over again how in NYC people manage in cubes ALL THE TIME.

in addition, we have these stupidly huge wooden desk systems that are far less efficient about space usage.

One of our fancy departments moved floors recently, and I was fascinated to see that they went from almost all offices to almost all open-plan. Our building was not designed for lots of offices, so their old space was a terrible warren and was ridiculous, but they INSISTED on all the offices. Then they moved and INSISTED on bringing walls down in the new place.

We've been having all kind of office drama too. I wouldn't even care, except my former officemate has been playing games to ensure that she doesn't have to share an office with anyone. And I DON'T CARE -- she's been there for years and she does have seniority. It's the underhanded, bitchy ways involved.

Cute. IT got back to me about making the VPN work. When I asked Wednesday. And prompted again at 7:30 this morning. Offering to call and walk me through. At 3:55 on a Friday.

Yeah, no.

I am kinda glad for your annoyance, sarameg, because it prompted your post. BECAUSE I FORGOT IT WAS FRIDAY. I am suddenly feeling way better.

I'm sick. I'm done with the time sensitive work I need to get done except for one thing. That one thing...I need input from someone else and despite my gentle nagging I still don't have it. I'm about to submit what I have, noting the missing data and directing the recipient to get the data from Mr. Silent. I wanna be done for the day.

My sense of this week is all screwed up .

Shared tables???? I would freak out. I'm a cube monkey. A couple times I've had offices, but I'm pretty much resolved that I will never have one again. And that does bother me--kind of in a status way too. I mean, I do actually work hard, and I am good at what I do, and also I am fucking old. But I do not want to go into management, and it's either that or being successful in a revenue-generating position that are gonna get me one in my line of things, and neither are going to happen.

I hate watching my back for a million reasons. I hate listening to people snap their gum, or take calls on speakerphones, or have loud conversations in Tagalog/Hindi/Spanish or fucking sing while they fucking work and assorted stressors. I do, however, enjoy eavesdropping on the guy over the wall (in IT, not in my department) and yelling rude things at him, so I am clearly part of other people's problems.

Interestingly (to me), there is a senior developer here with an office. That's not a rank that gets you a door--it's an ADA thing. He has a fear of crowds, so he sits in a broom closet-sized office (it's seriously desk+chair small) so he is at the office, but not around people. He never attends meetings in person, and he won't get into an elevator with more than two or three people on it. Last fire drill I was at, the poor guys was freaking out--you know the human wall of people all surging to get back to the eleventh through thirteenth floors, all in five elevators. He waited as three or four filled and went up, and he was getting progressively more agitated so I didn't leave (my crafty plan was to use the other bank of elevators that only goes to ten, and then stairs, but anyway), and then I barred people from getting onto the next one so he could ride alone. He was doing the pee pee dance, and he looked like he was going to cry. He couldn't manage to get the words out to ask for what he needed, and it was only because I'd heard bits of office gossip which *suddenly* made perfect sense (I'd never seen him before, of course) that I knew what to do to help him out.

This company's cubicles are about 5'5 high on the IT floor so I can see tops of heads across the fields of geeks. On the exec/marketing floor, each group of desks are much more oriented towards each other, which ew. At Countrywide, the cube walls were maybe one foot higher than the desk--barely any room to make shelf storage, and you're looking someone in the face all the time. There were double space cubes, and I was senior enough to have one until they took that rule away--I slid under the wire for a while by taking a double that had a column in the middle of it, but I got ousted in a re-org shortly before I was ousted-ousted.

Oh, hey ^^^^ wall of text.

Jesse, I added this to my tumblr instead of to good stuff where it rightfully belongs: [link]