My New Office

While I was gone on pass our building, and several others, underwent major remodeling. Several sections got moved into new buildings and offices. Our conference room got moved so now we have plenty of “standing room” only space. The only drawback was that before I could sit on a desk (I’m not special enough to actually get to sit at the table) and now I have to stand. Aren’t I so unfortunate?

Well my building was also remodeled and I got a new office. Before I had been sharing an office with the Operations Officer but now I have my own, private office. Before, the walls did not extend to the ceiling so the other guys in the office could overhear my conversations with soldiers which proved to be a problem at times. Now, my walls reach to the ceiling so not only can I have private conversations but I can listen to the music I want to listen to and not bother anyone.

Guess how much I’m loved? Well I’m loved so much that the workers didn’t move my nice big desk before they enclosed the walls. My nice big desk won’t fit through the door from my old office to my new one, so I am in a tiny little desk. Before I left I was told, that because I was so loved, that I would be getting a nice, new, leather executive chair. When I got to my office, not only did I have a tiny, prefab pressed-wood desk (Oh, thanks Merrill for putting it together for me while I was gone!) but I had no nice, new leather executive chair. Oh well I thought, at least I have my old cloth, executive chair. But no, it is missing and still hasn’t been found. So what is my sorry a** sitting on? A hard, plastic chair with footprints on it. I’ve been told that an executive desk and chair have been “ordered” for me but we’ll see if they ever arrive. When I asked the supply officer where my new chair was, he got a sheepish look on his face and said they’d all been given away. Well at least I have my own office with a door. Guess how much I’m loved? Do I have a doorknob? No. But I have something even better. A bent nail!! Aren’t you jealous? Well the final act of love is in the placement of my door. When you walk in the front door of our building, my door is immediately to your right. You then walk a few more steps and are stopped from progressing any further by a wooden “security” door. OK, it’s not really secure but it does stop people from going any further. Did they think to put me behind the “security door?” No!! Instead, anyone and everyone has access to my office since the front door is no longer locked like it used to be. In the one day that I’ve been in my office, I’ve had 3-4 people already come through the door, step into my office and ask if “MAJ So-in-So” is in. I’ve turned into a freaking secretary!!! Oh well. At least I have my own office with my bent nail door knob. I’m so lucky…and loved!!!




You've just walked in the front door. There's my office on the right. There's the "security door" with the "stop" sign on it.








There's LT Earnhardt, the Intel Officer, not letting me pass.

There's my office door. Can you see the "door knob" at the end of the green arrow? Wow, I really am pretty tan.










Here's my front door as it looks now, still no door knob.


And there's my desk. Pretty tiny. Oh, and the crappy, black plastic chair.