I am not one to shy away from change. I like it and look forward to it. But then when it turns out it's not exactly what I wanted, I am very unhappy, put out, and annoyed. What, say I, this is not better? But it was supposed to be. So here comes my lament. Skip this post, oh ye of cheerful hearts, for it is nothing but the blues here.
We have moved to the new office. It is closer for me, which is the ONLY redeeming feature for me. Yes, I do not miss my one-hour commute. But here is what I do miss (and I tried to be positive about all this, I have!). I miss being downtown. I miss the bustle of it, the constant construction noises, the sounds of emergency vehicle sirens. I miss my cubicle. I hate the open concept office, where everyone is looking at everyone else all of the time. I miss the simple coffee maker and kettle the old office had. The new contraption they call a coffeemaker grinds the coffee and preps all these fancy coffee drinks, which I dislike. And there is no kettle. At all. Well, not on my floor. I even miss my old chair. The new one is all fancy and ergonomic and it makes me slide down, so I have to hunch forward when I'm typing and am in constant shoulder and neck pain.
But most of all, I miss my friends. In the old office, there were chats. There were lunches together. There were shopping trips. There was walking to Yonge and Bloor. And lingering. And now, it's gone. There are no real places to shop (which is good for my wallet, mind), no places to eat out and no walking to a far away subway. And it seems everyone is afraid to go to someone else's desk because there is zero privacy. And I hate it.
OK, I know what you will say. Big deal. Suck it up. There are worse things! And you're right. But right now it is my moment to feel sorry for myself. So there.