Office Real Estate
Jan. 27th, 2006 10:03 pmPeople are very weird about office real estate.
I've read in one of those Dress for Success type books that you are supposed to care what kind of office you have, even if you really don't care. Different offices have different statuses, and unlike other status symbols, these supposedly have very specific consequences. You want an office with a window, and better yet, a corner office, with a big oak desk and whatever, even if you really don't care, because when people walk into that office, they know you are smoking hot. And they know to treat you with respect. And basically you get the better jobs and then the better pay, and people are more likely to recognize your good work and overlook your bad work. Or something like that. I don't really understand.
To me, it's all very Twilight Zone-ish.
Today, yet another person saw my office for the first time. This one said, "Who did you have to kill to get this office?"
Fortunately, this led to a pleasant enough conversation. I didn't actually do anything to get that office. My boss did all the required politicking. So I replied, "I have my boss do my killing for me."
"How do you do that?"
"Oh, he enjoys killing."
Then she looks at him in the office next door. "You're my friend, right?"
I've read in one of those Dress for Success type books that you are supposed to care what kind of office you have, even if you really don't care. Different offices have different statuses, and unlike other status symbols, these supposedly have very specific consequences. You want an office with a window, and better yet, a corner office, with a big oak desk and whatever, even if you really don't care, because when people walk into that office, they know you are smoking hot. And they know to treat you with respect. And basically you get the better jobs and then the better pay, and people are more likely to recognize your good work and overlook your bad work. Or something like that. I don't really understand.
To me, it's all very Twilight Zone-ish.
Today, yet another person saw my office for the first time. This one said, "Who did you have to kill to get this office?"
Fortunately, this led to a pleasant enough conversation. I didn't actually do anything to get that office. My boss did all the required politicking. So I replied, "I have my boss do my killing for me."
"How do you do that?"
"Oh, he enjoys killing."
Then she looks at him in the office next door. "You're my friend, right?"