Or something like that.
Our office moved from one old building into an even older building back in August. There are four of us housed in what used to be the boudoir of the lady of the house. It's a rather large room, but due to the heritage aspect of the building, we can't put anything on the wall. Therefore, it echoes. And all of us are super typers (which means not exactly quiet keyboarding skills) and spend a good part of the day on the phone.
So...to minimize the noise, a long time ago, before we moved, an office consultant came and plotted out the furniture and suggested some dividers for our office.
Okay. No problem. As long as it doesn't mess with the natural light and it doesn't feel like a cubicle farm.
Our walls finally arrived today. Long ago, I had asked for pricing on used walls if they had what we were looking for. And they took that to mean, we'll only buy used walls.
Which means the seven pieces of wall that were supposed to be 48" tall ended up being three pieces that were 66" and two pieces that were 38".
Ummm...
PROBLEM...
So it looks bad. One of the desks looks like we are imprisoning the person who is sitting there.
I have half a wall, so it looks like I just don't want to see people who come in the office.
And it only took, oh, three months to get the walls.
Don't even get me started on the filing cabinets that have not yet arrived.
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