Yet again I have moved offices, that makes about 5 times in 3 years, it could be more but I am beginning to lost track. At this place, while I have a nice desk and some drawers with an actual key there is no where to put your larger files or anything. So far I have some under the desk and more back at the old place; not sure what I will do about that. The people who sit near me are quite friendly, particularly now I have more or less moved in properly. Generally people keep their heads down and get on with their work, and that suits me as I have enough to do. One of the colleagues in my team sits opposite, so when she is in at the same time as me we have a bit of a gossip and put the world to rights. This is as it should be.Behind me, sit a whole team of about 20 people in about 3 rows. We are talking quite large open planned here. These people do a job for the health service in the whole county. They order stuff, equipment of all kinds. They have been there a while, and they are not employed by my own PCT but by the local acute trust, though as I say they order stuff for everyone. These people stick together, are friendly with each other. They are in a club together for coffee, tea and milk. The club buys bacon and egg rolls and sausage sarnies and the like on Fridays and on that day of the week they all dress down. They are not unpleasant, once or twice one or two of them has even smiled or acknowledged the presence of me and others around me. However they are exclusive, some would say cliquey. Their conversation is for themselves only and their milk and tea and coffee is not to be stolen. Their mugs are for their meetings. The meeting room is theirs, though others can book it.
Someone has been using their mugs and drinking their tea and milk. Rather than actually speaking to anyone else they have had a slight freak out moment and one of them has printed off notices which have been put up in the kitchen. I have my own coffee and on Monday I bought a pint of milk which was lasting me all week. Today a different person sat in the seat next to me. The usual person who sits there has been on holiday this week and she was picking up some of her work. While I was going about my normal business today she told the girl opposite her that she had ’stolen’ some milk to make her coffee. When I went to the fridge I found it was my milk she had taken. But I am not petty, so I said nothing and took my coffee black. After all I am not the kind of person to make a fuss over nothing, I won’t be putting up any notices either!
Cartoon from here
