I was supposed to be running this place by now. Oh, I still have ambition by the boatload, and I’m as determined as ever that this entire office, and eventually the company, shall be under my boot. That’s the only way we’re ever going to make it in this harsh economic climate.
And yet, my plans are continually thwarted, this time from without. I was primed to take control after I managed to oust that last idiot, but the mysterious bosses descended from on high (via email) and appointed this young idiot. Oh, he’s enthusiastic. That much is clear, from the fact that he’s an absolute twit who needs babysitting through everything he does, from opening emails to corresponding with other offices.
So now I’m playing den mother to a boss who’s literally young enough to be my son, and he can’t stay on track for three seconds. This week it’s all been commercial lighting. Melbourne needs the offices to stand out, and commercial lighting is a big deal. So big a deal that we have to spend half a Monday morning meeting dealing with what sort of lighting will be going in the office. Look, I have nothing against lighting, but my opinion on office lighting is thus: so long as we can see what we’re doing, it’s fine.
It’s just…such a waste of time. I can’t stand time wasting, because time is indeed money in a business setting. And here’s this young, blonde upstart stumbling into work half an hour late, high-fiving everyone and generally having a magnificent time cosying up to the gang. Everyone loves him. He’s charismatic. I hate it.
Of course, half the office is now scouring Melbourne, designer LED lighting on the brain. It’s like I’m working with infants, and being led by another infant. I hope they just pick some nice lighting and be done with it.
-Sandrine