I don’t think I have mentioned that my employer recently (and finally!) closed the deal with the property management of the building that we are leasing. We currently lease three floors of the building and in January 2006, we will occupy half of the 19th floor.
Talks have been ongoing as to which of the teams will be moving. Chris informed me moments ago of the final arrangements.
“Jovy hasn’t mentioned anything to you?” he asks.
“No. It may have slipped her mind.” I reply.
Moving to another place, be it to the next room, next door or the next street can be stressful. My mind is a bit frazzled already so the news did not sit too well with me. And oh, have I mentioned that I am moving to another apartment next month as well?
I wanted to ask Chris something else but I decided not to.
The question? ….
Where, in this new arrangement, will I be located?
It honestly didn’t matter whether I still get a room or not. Had it not been for Chris, I would have felt so alone in this lonely corner. A room isolates, I realize. It has been a huge adjustment from the open space I have when I was with finance. I opted not to blog those sad times when I wish can only turn my chair and I have someone to talk to or simply stand up so I can bother the person on the other side of the cubicle. (Chris is not always around) I thought it too juvenile for a blog entry.
I realize at the time that I am more of a people person than I care to admit. I love interacting with people. I honestly do not know how long I can sustain being some kind of a recluse by the sheer nature of my job.
I am rattling but my real question behind THAT question?
Will I share a room with Mia? Or will my cubicle be next to hers?
I have spoken to Mia maybe just three times. Let me share with you the most recent encounter.
She came up to me and asked for some updates on a project that was taken from her. (she took a two-month leave). I informed her of the two managers who currently handle the projects.
Mia exudes a confident air and owns an unusually loud voice…. for a female. She also has that habit of not letting you finish your sentence. A combination of traits that I don’t particularly like.
One of my friends in the finance department was right, she very rarely smiles. (as you may have guessed, she is a ‘popular’ figure in the office)
“From how I understand, William used to do it this way and that way…. I wonder how it is being done now?” Mia asks me. William is the guy I replaced. I thought to myself, my side of the universe deals with data content, her team takes care of process.
I remember another warning from a colleague. “She tends to meddle in the business of others and criticize you behind your back.”
Hmmm. But, I asked myself, what harm can she do to me? So, I decided to humor her and gave her a general idea of how my boss wants to approach projects going forward.
“But everything is still in the drawing board,” I end my spiel.
I sense an eagerness in her to share what she knows so I let her have the chance. She took a board marker and started writing on the huge white board. For 15 minutes, I let her speak.
I must admit, she gave me very useful information. So, I listen and ask questions. She voiced her concerns that the people handling the project may not have a full grasp of the issues confronting Asia and Japan. The two project managers (her team mates) are based in the UK and the US. The girl has a point.
How did our talk end? Quite well, I must say. I encouraged her to speak with their boss because I have no hand in how projects are assigned. She agreed and said she is eager to go back into the thick of things. I in turn, agreed that we needed someone in Asia to represent such projects.
She smiles at me.
Whoa! Progress! In half an hour. I give myself an imaginary pat on the back.
“Patayin mo sa bait (disarm her with kindness)” I remember one of my friends’ advice regarding her. Will do my best.
So, do I still want to share a room with Mia? Do I want my cubicle next to hers? With that voice?
Not really. She is okay. But maybe in small doses. if it's a cubicle, chances are, mine will be right next to hers. I suppose I should be ready for anything.
Be ready for anything. The song of my life. I let out a sigh. This change is nothing compared to the other things in my life right now.
One of the things that I learned in 2005 is not to sweat the small stuff.
I look out the window and grimace at the huge unsightly structure that I call my view.
I can’t help but smile. Hmmm. Wait a sec. I wonder, which half of the building are we occupying?
3 comments:
whoa! big news. good luck on the draw of areas.
Wait 'til you start singing "heaven on the 19th floor...i've never been so high before so please don't rescue me, never set me free… (a 70's hit)". Hehe, wala lang. God is full of surprises. Mia could be one of them. Remember your entry, if you will be sharing that corner with her, you must aim to like her. Patayin mo sa bait …at sa kanta" heaven on the 19th floor, heaven on the 19th floor…."
Hmm. Di ko alam yung song na yun ah. Maybe I should research on the song so I can hum it when we start moving two floors up!
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