Work

I'm in my last week at this office. It's not bloody happening fast enough, that's all I have to say about it!!!
After today: 5 business days left, four if I use my sick time...well, actually, 3 1/2. I've got plenty of sick time.
7 calendar days.

I should get one of those little countdown boxes!

ANTMC Part Deux...

And I really don't need to hear about your troubles with getting worker's comp for your 'foot injury', nor do I need to know what your doctor recommended (surgery) and how he must know best since he didn't recommend therapy, and how it's really been giving you trouble and how you have TRIED the orthotics but it's just NOT ENOUGH....

Ahem. You get the picture.

A Note to My Coworker...

I KNOW you've had this space of cubicles to yourself for quite a while. It still doesn't belong to you, lady.

Talking on the phone about whether you packed the car or whether they should remove some sort of charge from your credit card is none of my damned business, nor do I have any interest in hearing about it. I understand that you may have some business related calls to make, and that's fine, but keep it DOWN when you're on a personal call. We share this space.

WTF!??!

I have worked at my current office in various jobs for over 2 1/2 years at this point. I started as an intern during grad school and gradually worked up to full time beginning last August. During that time I'm sure I've had bad days, but I've also tried to be a decent worker.

As a result, when I was hired full time I was moved from a desk in an office with a window to a cubicle without a door. Luckily there was still sunlight. Apparently this made sense.

Now, with 3 1/2 weeks until my final day here (13 days I will actually be required to be in this office...) they are moving me again.

To one of the smallest cubicles in the office, with no window, sandwiched between an intern and an administrative assistant.

"Thank you for all the hard work Vika, we really appreciate the time you've spent here!!"