Friday, January 04, 2008

Seventy-six trombones

If you're the hoping, praying, rub on a brass monkey, knock on wood, send good vibes type person please hope for me that a daycare place at my preferred provider opens soon.

I'm ready to go back to work. I've been at home long enough.

I'm hoping to go back part time which actually shouldn't be a problem, but I need to a place to stick Buddy. We went by the place the other day and said "Puuhlease, next available slot please." We're waiting to find out if someone else is declining a place. They're vacillating, apparently.


Returning to work will obviously be a little bit bitter-sweet. Probably more on the bitter than the sweet. I've been unhappy with my job for a while. It's not the work (well, a little bit) or the people (hmmmm) or my short attention span (this is the longest I've ever held a job - though I've worked in this field for a long time). It's mostly the h.ot.des.king. You see I have an office job, one that requires a small amount of travel (like maybe once every six weeks or so and can be a lot less) and that does require meeting with folks off premises on average once a week, but mostly I'm IN. But without a desk to call my own. Top management, who all have desks of their own, were sold a pig in a poke by some fancy-dan architects.

What, you don't have h.ot.des.king? Why, how can you even call yourselves a _______ business. Everyone has h.ot.des.king these days, prevents the corruption of the workforce, you know.

I could go on and on and on and on about the stupidity of all this, but I really don't want to give away too many details on a blog that I have pretty much tried to keep work-blogging free.

When I was pregnant, I insisted that they keep a desk reserved for me on health and safety grounds. Which was mostly rubbish, there was kind a tenuous argument because I use a footrest and it was uncomfortable to get down on the ground and move that around. Really I needed the desk reserved because I'm a human and therefore a creature of habit. But pleading the belly worked. But now that I'm not pregnant any more it'll be back to rats in a sack when it comes to finding a place to plug in my laptop and park my behind.

But I have to go back for at least three months or else I have to pay back maternity leave. (Yikes). But I also resolve to be looking for something new, too. Something maybe with a desk.


jen said...

I LOATHE hotdesking. LOATHE it with the intensity of a thousand white hot suns.

When my office moved into a shiny new building, they implemented hotdesking. I simply changed my hours to start from 8:30, so that I could always get "my" desk. In fact, I dug in my heels so adamantly that I've basically managed to secure myself a static desk simply because everyone knows it's "mine".

I just can't get into a mentally organised and focused state if I'm not comfortable. And I can't be comfortable if I have to change everything around every day.

I hate it so much that I probably wouldn't take any other job that required it. I simply can't work like that.

Anonymous said...

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genderist said...

Leave it to our Moms to get nervous about what we post on our blogs. :)

I think finding something with a desk is a wonderful, achievable goal.

Nicole said...

Ugh. Don't blame you. I like having my tchotchies and my own space. . .

We have specific hot desk areas but sometimes people will try and hot desk at a static location which makes me a little grumpy when I discover someone has been in my space.

Vol-in-Law said...

We didn't get the nursery place, but we're seeing another nursery on Thursday.

The Reader said...

Could you explain the what and WHY of "hot desking" - - I've never heard of this!


Vol Abroad said...

It's musical chairs in the workplace! You don't have your own specified workstation - you just come in and take whichever is available. It's meant as a space and cost saving device.

It makes sense for workforces who are often on the road - e.g. management consultants, sales staff - and who might be one day in the office each week (and not on the same day!)

It really doesn't make sense for folks like me who are generally in the office most of the time and who work on big desk-based projects.

To add insult to injury - architects planned in big curvy desks and lots of useless endcaps and dead space. We could have put in another 25% deskspace, I reckon.

Vol Abroad said...

I forgot to add that the powers that be didn't just take 1 or 2 chairs away in this game of musical desks, but about 30% fewer. They said, typically, people were out a lot.

I said: Sooo - with people out is that 30% out or something more (so there's a little spare capacity) or something less - so that we'll all be fighting for a place to sit.

I NEVER got an answer to the question - a question I continued to ask 3 or 4 times - with NO answer. I had to stop, or I would look like the crazy pedant curmudgeon you find in every office.

Or maybe I didn't manage to stop in time.