Spaced out

It is absolutely fantastic to be back at work!

While it has been fun pottering around at home in my pee-jays, working ad hoc throughout the day has whacked my routine completely. I started replying work emails at odd hours in the night and working-out at 3pm during the day. My meals consists of whatever I find in the kitchen which is mostly carbs hence the mid-section is getting rather prosperous. Argh. Also I started doing so much housework since I am home all the time because The Landlord keeps messing up and I can’t stand to be in a dirty house. I also started doing work in front of the TV so much so that I memorized the sequence of day time shows on Channel 5 (the only channel I can get fuzzy reception from my room). I am even watching Martha Steward! This is NOT good.

That is why I was bouncing off my bed when the alarm rang this morning. I was even singing loudly in the car on my way to work. Singing despite the fact that I was listening to a Portugese song (I accidentally download by mistake which got stuck on my playlist since 2003) even though The Frou speak-ah no Portugese.

Anyway, I got a nice surprise when I reach my work. I found that it has been “enlarged” over the week I was away. I immediately pirouetted on the spot to test it out and am super impressed that it can take the entire circumference of a spinning Frou!

So what happen was, I filed a complaint a while back during a survey the company is doing on workplace satisfaction. I said I felt like canned sardine in my cubicle. Considering the amount of paperwork I do, it’s a blatant disregard for my well being to shove me in a 2 by 2. I think I even had a constipated face on when I said that to show that my physically cramped body is starting to show on my face.

Their immediate response is that changing work space costs money. Enlargement of work space will be perceived by others as a waste of company resources. Times are bad and we need to make certain sacrifices for the good of the company. They drone on and on while my constipated face tightened.

My Boss really fought for me on this one. I think she even paid for it out of own budget. Considering the recent freeze on bonus and increment, the least she say she will do is give me an extra meter of work space. Sweet! More space = more work.

The only downside is, it adds to the unfamiliarity of going back to work. All my stuffs have been packed while they did the renovation last week so I have to unpack. I didn’t have time or energy to so I just shove all the boxes under the table and pulled out whatever I need to work on. But oh boy… the space, my friend, the space. I have space to work finally. I can spread my 100-page contracts far and wide. I can strew my stationery all over the place. I can crawl under my table and lie full length to sleep. I even have to holler to speak to my neighbor in the next cubicle.

My celebrated space got even nicer when the Receptionist called to ask me to collect a “special package” that just came in for me. It was a large bouquet of gorgeous pink lilies – from The Toe - to celebrate me going back to work. Oh sweet! My new space looks like it has been officiated with an opening ceremony complete with flowers and ribbons. I have the best BFF in the world! :)

You may think I'm overeacting but extra space in my life is exactly what I need at the mo. Now that is taken care of, it’s time to bring the rain…