Recently my work team moved floors in our building. After about 5 years sitting in the one place, I was both excited and weary of the change. We moved from Level 2 down to the Ground Level and, well, we might as well have moved to a different planet.
Level 2 was quiet, isolated and comfortable.
Ground Level is loud, exposed and strange.
We sit in a glass office surrounded by other people. When we arrived everyone told us we had just moved into the fishbowl. Ain’t that the truth. Being the new tropical fish in town brings bemused stares, noses pressed to the glass and a lot of questions. But now I’ve gotten used to my aquarium, I’m quite fond of it. Besides closing the door and along with it, the air supply, I can play my music without using my headphones and I don’t have to go up two flights of stairs every morning. But there are some surprising differences that moving two floors has revealed:
- There is no toilet on this level unless you use the disabled toilet in the foyer. You have to travel down to the basement if you want any kind of privacy. However the mere fact that you are going downstairs is like a neon sign saying…”This girl is going to pee!”
- The kitchens down here service a lot people and for some reason that means that teaspoons are a rare commodity. Where the heck are all the teaspoons?
- The fridge in one kitchen is so full that there is no room to put your lunch while the other kitchen fridge is empty. Maybe the reason for that is the sign on the inside saying “LABEL IT OR LOSE IT! NAME AND DATE.” Hmmm, trust issues anyone?
- The tea tastes funny.
At least the natives are friendly down here. Glug, glug.