The boss decided that the special accounts operators will have their separate computers from now on. The new units arrived this afternoon, after our colleagues from the morning shift complained that the reason for their message response delay was the slow processing of their machines. With the recent acquisition came permanence in our work stations. We can even personalize our little cubicles now that we consider it an extension of our territory.
The new computers are a welcome addition to our growing privilege of being the elite operators of the company. In truth however, the problem lies not with the old, corrupted machines but with the client's redundant and ultra sophisticated web interface that we use for their account. Only the gleaming promise of using newer and faster computers prompted me to accept the change - even if it means giving up my cubicle, which is found at the coldest fringes of the Floor.
Now the problem lies with my other colleagues preferring the solitary confinement we enjoyed in our old work stations. You see, our former cubicles are situated outside the boss' path of inspection when he goes to his little office. Our screen also faces the wall so it's very easy for us to view websites that the official memo strictly prohibits from being accessed. I will have to think twice of checking MGG's website at work now that my screen is in full view of everyone.
Twice, I sought reconsideration from the boss, citing that our old cubicles were more conducive to creative thinking. I even suggested that instead of being moved to the middle row, we could just occupy the single row where our former stations were situated. Unfortunately, the boss said that we should reconsider the operators from other shifts who preferred sitting in the middle row instead of being hidden, like us on the last row. Since it was the boss who gave the final word, not even Mami Athena could appeal for our behalf.
It's goodbye nappy time for me.
Now that we have been uprooted from our former cubicles again, everyone - from the rookies who were hired three weeks ago, to the password hackers among my colleagues are rushing to reclaim our stations.
As for us, we got faster computers. But we have to adjust to our new grounds again.
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Note: I misunderstood the boss' earlier instructions about the new seating arrangement. As a compromise to our preference with the morning shift operators, two new units will be installed in our cramped "hideaways."
Now I am assured that I can still lay claim to my old work station.
The new computers are a welcome addition to our growing privilege of being the elite operators of the company. In truth however, the problem lies not with the old, corrupted machines but with the client's redundant and ultra sophisticated web interface that we use for their account. Only the gleaming promise of using newer and faster computers prompted me to accept the change - even if it means giving up my cubicle, which is found at the coldest fringes of the Floor.
Now the problem lies with my other colleagues preferring the solitary confinement we enjoyed in our old work stations. You see, our former cubicles are situated outside the boss' path of inspection when he goes to his little office. Our screen also faces the wall so it's very easy for us to view websites that the official memo strictly prohibits from being accessed. I will have to think twice of checking MGG's website at work now that my screen is in full view of everyone.
Twice, I sought reconsideration from the boss, citing that our old cubicles were more conducive to creative thinking. I even suggested that instead of being moved to the middle row, we could just occupy the single row where our former stations were situated. Unfortunately, the boss said that we should reconsider the operators from other shifts who preferred sitting in the middle row instead of being hidden, like us on the last row. Since it was the boss who gave the final word, not even Mami Athena could appeal for our behalf.
It's goodbye nappy time for me.
Now that we have been uprooted from our former cubicles again, everyone - from the rookies who were hired three weeks ago, to the password hackers among my colleagues are rushing to reclaim our stations.
As for us, we got faster computers. But we have to adjust to our new grounds again.
---
Note: I misunderstood the boss' earlier instructions about the new seating arrangement. As a compromise to our preference with the morning shift operators, two new units will be installed in our cramped "hideaways."
Now I am assured that I can still lay claim to my old work station.
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