It is an interesting dynamic moving from an office to a cubicle. Granted my office space was shared so my real estate wasn’t reduced by much but the walls came down and that is where things are different. I feel somehow liberated. Even though I am more exposed now… my privacy non existent, I am somehow more organized. It is like being forced to scale down and taking down the walls has made me think about my space more efficiently.
I remember this now from when I was in a call centre working as a phone rep. Everything had a place.. albeit a small one.. but things were orderly. The occasional rep had a horrible mess for a desk but in general, things were tidy.
I have been getting teased though. Apparently by moving in my gumball machine and multiple photos of friends and family, I have made the place seem homely. As I look around, I realize that no one else has brought their own flair to their cubicle… how sad. I spend more waking hours at work than at home.
I didn’t actually bring home to work… the things I have here were acquired for work specifically or were given to me as a gift. I want to make it clear that I am not making work my second home. I am not trying to bring home here… I am just trying to make it a comfortable and enjoyable place to be!
I guess this all leads me to the fact that I have a new job! I was transferred to a new role.. an exciting role.. a role that actually seems to be a perfect fit for me. Most of all, I am going to be challenged which is something I have been missing for a long time. I miss being challenged and I miss being part of a team. I will get to experience that here. I am in the same company but in a different department so even though the learning curve is steep, I have the advantage of knowing most of the members of my team.
All in all, so far so good! Things are looking up!