This is what I look at all day

[mbarrick]

Complete contents of the office across from me: some discarded cables, a garbage can, a recycling box, three old phone books, a drawer file insert, two screws in the wall from art that was removed, the Jasper Johns poster you see that I moved in from elsewhere to alleviate some of the bleakness, and an empty cardboard box. The closer door to the right is an empty boardroom. The table is gone. There is nothing in there but one potted tree, the network and power cables that used to feed through the table, and an empty credenza. The further door to the right is the empty office of old company's V.P. in charge of environmental policy and first-nations relationships. The company I *used* to work for was an innovator in those areas and was something I was proud of. This company does what it has to by law, if that. Just under six months to go. 177 days, not counting today actually. Not that I'm counting or anything... The blue text on the whiteboard says "Welcome to Siberia" in Russian.

Comments

[valerian.livejournal.com]

At least it's not the boiler room.

[mbarrick.livejournal.com]

Although it *is* on the floor below everyone else. At this point *everyone* still working on this floor is on their way out. It is the ghetto of the walking dead.

[seymour-glass.livejournal.com]

in some ways i'd probably like the solitude most of the time, but i guess not all of the time...

[mediavictim.livejournal.com]

So where are the tumbleweeds
Or the HYeenas fightingwith the vultures?


So are the Squirrels outside your window married?

[nicosian.livejournal.com]

It looks like a goldfish bowl, minus even a plastic castle.

[littlemissrisk.livejournal.com]

I'd be trying to fire rubber bands across the hall into the empty room. :P

[mbarrick.livejournal.com]

Funny you should mention that. Yesterday I went upstairs upstairs to the part of the office that isn't abandoned to allieviate my isolation, and somehow got in a rubber band fight with the receptionist and office-assistant.