I dreamed my work desk was replaced by a student desk. This dream came after the director of our department showed my team the floor plan of our new work space. We've outgrown our current space and need more room for storage and design. But apparently mostly for design. My role is administrative. I handle the day-to-day financial and sales tasks. Nothing glamorous. There are three of us in this role. We primarily support sales staff, though we also assist designers. We are outnumbered 2-to-1 by designers on our team. It's become increasingly evident that the designers are revered by our director. She takes them out for special lunches and coffee. She touches base with them anytime she's in, while I can't get her to respond to most of my emails. She sits with them to chat. And they've been given about 75-80% of our new work space. I'm low in the office hierarchy and nowhere is it more apparent than on my team. I don't have a degree in interior design but I have years of administrative experience and skills that help keep our department functioning. I looked at the floor plan and saw our three desks relegated to a far corner of the new office space, away from the designers' realm. I saw our storage capacity was reduced by more than half. I felt the hot flare I always feel in my gut whenever faced with an unfair and unbalanced situation. I said nothing and tried to forget it. But I dreamed about the desk. In my dream we had moved to our new space and I went to sit in my new desk. All my file cabinets and storage systems were gone and I was faced with a simple student desk with a wire basket under the chair. I felt diminished and underappreciated. "Why do you care so, much about these things? It's just a J.O.B" a former coworker's voice echoes in my head. "Because it's not fair. It's not right." I know she'd roll her eyes and shrug. "It's just a job - a means for pay. Be grateful you have it." She's right, I know. It's just a J.O.B. Time, again, for me to stifle my silly ideals.
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Sheila Hansen
4/3/2018 06:36:03 pm
Sounds like some things never change. Sorry Sally :(
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