Getting Ready To Move
My company is getting ready to move into a bigger and better building next month (with a gym!).
To help facilitate the move, my group was asked to move into cubicles across the hall so our wing can be dismantled and hauled over to the new digs.
And so, like any other employee who’s been asked to partake in such a transition, I immediately tracked down an empty box, gathered all of my belongings, relocated my computer and all of its sundries, and was settled into my new temporary cubicle in roughly 20 minutes. I powered up my computer, logged into Outlook, and then looked around to notice that everyone else on my team was still hard at work moving.
Much like when moving out of a house, most people have more objects tucked away in their cubicle than they know what to do with.
A quick walkthrough of the IT floor at my place of employment would back up this assertion; everywhere I look people seem to have piles of paper on their desks, stacks of toys, collections of food, and enough office accessories to make one of those people on Hoarders shake their head in disbelief (well, except for that guy with the rats. I don’t think anything fazes him). And I used to be of the same mindset. At my last job my cubicle was in a similar state of disrepair. It wasn’t only until I gave them my two weeks notice and began the arduous task of cleaning out my cubicle did I realize how much crap I had managed to accumulate in my seven year tenure over there.
I’ve since gone Zen over the whole cubicle thing. My cube now consists of a bottle of multivitamins, hand sanitizer, and a yo-yo ball (hey, I can’t give up all my toys!). Where my movie posters and satirical clippings and signs used to hang I now have a printout of the organizational chart. Where my action figures used to wage war every day at lunch now sits a box of Peeps whom I shall soon put out of their misery (once they get stale enough for my tastes).
My desk looks nearly as bare as Neo’s did in the movie The Matrix.
I’m not a “neat freak”. But when it comes to work, I finding that being a minimalist suits me just fine. After all, we have to move again at the end of May, and it’ll be nice to be able to make the transition with nothing more than a half empty box tucked under my arm.
I’ll let the guy in Help Desk who has a life-sized statue of the Terminator and that one DBA who has a fish tank in his office worry about the big move. Bring it on. I’m ready for it.








