Tiny bubbles and small miracles…

Okay, so I don’t know what tiny bubbles have to do with anything, but today I was going into a meeting with my direct manager and the chief OB MD to “discuss” my role and responsibilities as they saw them. I had a sinking feeling these were not the same roles and responsibilities as Mark the GM and I discussed just a precious 3 weeks ago. Yeah, that 3 day work week, but still getting paid full time was too good to be true.

I warned my husband that there is a possibility that I may get fired today because I didn’t want to work full time (and where do I get this after working full time for the past 12 years??)…. And my lovely hubby said without hesitation I might add…”That’s cool baby. Then you’ll get to come home early, kick back with a glass of wine and finish the laundry.” ☺ Dear dear sweet husband, laundry? But I smile anyway because at least the pressure is off.

However, instead of me getting to go home early, they gave me more things to do (that’s the ESFJ people pleasing sucker in me). In exchange for this added responsibility and new title (Perinatal Coordinator), they agreed that I needed a desk! So after I returned from lunch, low and behold, Alice presented me with my space. Where you ask is this space? Does it matter – really - any guesses?? – it is warm, lots of wires….

Yes, indeed, my desk is in the closet space of the server room. That’ll teach me to complain. At least it is not the bathroom. No, no, I really don’t mind at all - I just have to explain to my family why I’m back in the closet. Although my boss said I could leave the door open - how sweet!

Any design tips for small spaces?