Cubicle Dance

Last Wednesday a few of us were asked to move our desks. I’m in a different department now, so I was moved closer to my counterpart, Becky, but first she moved to another desk. Then my work wife moved to my desk. I’m on the other side of a cubicle wall now; it seems noisier – I can do without the open mouth chewing I hear. Headsets and iPods are helpful though. I was going to text this picture to Doug without any comment, but I didn’t want to completely freak him out that I got fired (although it would have been funny to scare him a little). The next morning Becky and I spent about 2 hours removing and installing keyboard trays. My arms were so tired when we were done. Lying under a desk and drilling holes and screwing the trays in was so tiring; it made me realize how weak my arms are. I’m grateful Becky was able to help hold the trays so they wouldn’t drop on my face. She was holding a piece of a tray and I told her she could let it go, but she didn’t – thank goodness!! – it would have dropped on my face.
I was a mess when we were done; I had an extra jacket that I put on over my clothes and it was covered in sawdust. We had a couple hiccups with stripped screws, but the kicker was when I drilled a hole through the top of my desk. OOOPPPSSSS. I filled it with a tiny piece of white eraser and colored the top with pencil and I can’t even see it anymore. I got in my car the afternoon after installing the keyboard trays and my back hurt against my seat. When I got home I pulled my shirt up and saw a bunch of bruising from pushing upward while lying down.