The office moved last week. We’ve gone from a dark little cave to a bright, echo-y hall of douchebaggery. I never thought I would miss working in the cave that completely blocked all means of cellular communication.
I am one of three designers that did not get an office. This is still a step up for me, though, because I was previously at the tiniest desk in the office. I now have a big-girl desk that I haven’t quite gotten used to. All of my stuff is still crammed into a tiny corner, and I lose job jackets because the account execs drop them wherever on my desk and I keep forgetting that it’s all my desk.
My desk is right outside of pervy coworker’s office. He’s taken to listening to terrible, whiny 90s radio rock on his shitty internal speakers. I guess he thinks because he has an office that it’s cool to play music with the door open and leave it going as wanders aroung. My adjacent coworker finally had enough and stayed late to tear pervy coworker’s computer apart in an effort to silence the speaker.
The acoustics in the office are terrible. We have a nice high ceiling, which makes for insane echo. There’s no place to go in the office and talk without everyone else hearing it. One of the owner’s major complaints about the old office was how sound carried, and it’s at least 50 times worse in the new office.
On our last day at the old office, pregnant coworker was on one of her plentiful conference calls via speaker phone. The owner walked by and muttered, “I can’t wait until I don’t have to hear that shit anymore and I can just tell her to shut the goddamned door.” I’m pretty much convinced that the reason all the account execs got offices with doors in because the owner was tired of hearing everyone’s conference calls.
The first day in the new office, pregnant coworker jumped on speakerphone. I walked up to the office manager’s desk (which is on the opposite end of the office) and said, “You’d think that she’d close her fucking door since she has one.” The office manager couldn’t believe that it was pregnant coworker’s phone because it was so loud. The office manager told me that she was going to go back there and make lots of noise until the door was shut. I left for lunch and when I got back, the office manager stopped me to tell me that the owner had gone over in the middle of the conference call and slammed her door. We had a hearty laugh.
Speaking of pregnant coworker, I found out recently that she threatened legal action if we didn’t provide her a breastfeeding room at the new office. Eventhough the vice president and the office manager pumped in their cars and bathrooms, she’s too good to do that. She actually said “I’m not going to sit on a toilet for hours while I pump.” Hours?? Really? It’s going to be great when she gets back from maternity leave (assuming she returns, I’m not 100% that she will), and does absolutely nothing because she’s too busy being an entitled cow.crossposted from fuzzdecay.com.
yes, but she feels entitled to have her own dedicated pumping room. I think the owner finally put the smack down and told her she'd have to pump in her office or the bathroom. by law, we are required to provide a designated pumping area, but that does not mean it has to be a space dedicated to nothing but lactation.
I could see not wanting to do it in the bathroom or her car, but if she has her own fricking office do it there. She will probably fail at breastfeeding and end up formula feeding anyways so it'll probably be a non issue. Not many women stick with it.
Yeah, she won't stick with breastfeeding. Especially if there are any troubles with it, which most women do. I didn't at all, like the only thing I didn't have problems with... It's probably just a fashion accessory to her anyways and not a loved child.
you're probably right.
she's totally the woman that was all about her dogs because she wanted a baby so badly. now that there is a baby on the way, she could give a fuck less about her dogs.
i was kinda hoping she'd turn out to be infertile.