I’ve been working at the same company for 11 years. Throughout that entire time I have lived very far north of any of our buildings. The shortest drive I’ve had was 39 miles(ish), but while I was in that building I moved even further away.
Now the company has a new building that is only 33 miles away. Practically next door! On a good traffic day I could possibly get there in half an hour. What’s more, three of the other four guys in the group live close to this new building too! We all put in for a move last year.
And then we waited… And waited. Until!
Four desks together opened up… A move request was finalized… A move date was set! We are actually going to be north of the Mass Pike! Holy cow! The moving day is September 2, 2015! Tomorrow! Until…
About 11:00am today we are told there was a conflict. Someone is already in one of our desks. We found another desk right near the others. Put in a request. Approved. Then at about 2:00pm, we are told the people who are already there are going to move so they can all be together, and we can all be together. Okay. That’s a good thing… But… Don’t move until you hear back from us, probably on Thursday.
But… But… I want to work north of the pike tomorrow. I don’t want another day in the Deep South. It’s only going to be a day or two, but this delay is one of the most depressing things ever. I wanted a 10 mile reduction in commute distance. I don’t want to wait another day or two.
I’m so sad.