After numerous rumours, plenty of doubts and more than one (unfounded) accusation on my part, the truth is finally out. As of today, I will be getting a parking bay in the new office. One that is all to myself. And for that, I shall retract my previous remarks about lying, lowlife management. I take it all back.
Whether or not I maintain my opinion about management-that-suck however, remains to be seen. But for now, let it be known, I am one happy camper.
Our new office is a marked improvement from the old one in every aspect imaginable. It is way bigger, a hundred times nicer (which isn’t hard considering we were previously housed in a Hudson sweet factory), and actually looks like a decent magazine publishing firm. No comparisons to How to Lose A Guy In 10 Days please, but if you’d seen the hole we were in before, you would understand why we are quite proud of this nook. I might even take a few pics for your appreciation.
Downsides to the new place include a marked decrease in privacy because where Marie Claire used to have their cosy corner, we are now lumped into a massive space with four other magazines. And while it is nice to actually see the rest of our colleagues for once, I type this knowing that someone could be peeking over my shoulder and reading every word.
I guess in every situation, you win some, you lose some.
Parking space remained the biggest question mark on everyone’s mind, and we finally got our peace at 5pm. While for some it brought joy, others received bad news. Yep, there isn’t enough parking space for everyone.
But I’m putting a stop to my whinging, even if it’s on another’s behalf. I think it’s going to be a good weekend.
