The Office....

Apparently, my department is having some office space issues. I am not sure how but apparently they are. For going on two weeks, all anyone who has stepped foot into my office has discussed with me whether or not I will be able to keep my office or be jammed in a lab or have to share an office with another researcher. I am fine with sharing the office but not fine with a lab. My old office mate has gone onto greener pastures and I am totally fine with sharing the space (especially since I have taken over his much larger desk). What I am becoming increasingly more not fine with is the never ending discussion about whether or not I will have to move out of my office and if so where I will be moving to. I am not the one that makes this decision. Dean SOandSO decides and he can't seem to make a decision. So, I think today my increasing frustration about speaking about this subject must have been written on my face because today when I walked in (first thing...no coffee...unlocking my office door) I was cornered by the guy moving into the office across the hall from me, the office lady down the hall from me who always gives me dirty looks, and the new office lady who I have never met and they decided to give me a hard time for the first twenty minutes I was in my office about how quiet I am and how "no one even knows you are here until you walk down the hall." I can't be the only one in the entire department that has work to do. This week I have been incredibly busy and, yes!, I come into work and work and keep to myself and work and work really hard and at the end of the day I go home. I don't want to talk office gossip. I don't want to stand around talking about office space. I don't want to talk about the upcoming church retreat or the kids swim lessons. I just want to come in, do a good job, work hard, and get the hell out of here by 5 and that makes me an asshole?

Listening to: Ricky Gervais, Steve Merchant, and Karl Pilkington's xFM archives