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So maybe you’re not really curious, but you still might enjoy hearing a little about where I spend most of my waking hours (sadly) each week. Here’s a little bit about my architecture office…
It’s a big office. There’s about 80 of us that dwell on the top floor of the building and I’m one of 4 support staff that help the place run smoothly (or maybe I just like to think that I’m that important… hey! What would an architect do if they ran out of printer paper couldn’t print their now computerized drawings?? That’s right…)
They like their food. And their coffee. It only takes from 8:30 to 9:15 for about all 5 coffee pots (only 1 guy touches the 6th decaf pot) to go dry. They also go through the kitchen snacks like they don’t eat breakfast or lunch (in fact, most of them probably don’t…).
People are quirky. Well I’m convinced everyone is and it’s only a matter of how soon you learn their quirks, but these folks have some special things about them…
There’s the IT guys who, when they’re not running to put out technical fires they’re talking about the latest games or shooting rubber bands at people.
There’s the head of the support staff who has worked here forever and you can often find her breaking out into her old high school cheerleader cheers, her next Sunday gospel solo, or telling people (including our boss) that he’s going to go to hell but that she’s praying for him.
There’s the folks who make about 2 trips every hour to the kitchen and the folks to make about 2 trips every hour to the bathrooms. There’s the ones who drink about 4 beers at our weekly happy hour and the ones who bustle in and out of the office looking like they’re carrying the cares of the entire world and they never stop for a break (except in the elevator).
There’s the folks who wear long sleeved, button up shirts and dress slacks every day and there’s the folks who wear old jeans, chucks, and graphic tees. And it’s especially great when you see them in a meeting together.
There’s also the office assistant who is always doing the most random and stupid tasks but always dashes from one side of the office to another like she’s off to save the world (when really it’s just delivering someone’s mail). She’s constantly in the kitchen and checks her gmail way too much. She either talks to you like she’s making a business proposition or like you’re her best girlfriend (there’s not too much of an in between). Her personality kind of ranges from that of a cheerleader to a girl scout, she looks like she could be your granddaughter’s age and she’s always just a little too… eager.
Oh, wait, that last one is me.
And all these wonderful people (and then some) make up my office! It’s really a great place to work and people are always driving me crazy and making me laugh and be glad for all the different and absolutely beautiful personalities that are out there.
Cheers!