As you know, my office building is being reno'd, so we're all being shipped to various places throughout, until the construction is over. Today I'm without an office (until February) and my first day in the new "pod" certainly started off with a bang.
It was about 8:45 and I was sitting in my new pod typing away on my BlackBerry (because none of my other equipment was set up yet). Then, I see a shadow and get that sense that someone is staring at me (you know that feeling?) - I turn around and there is an old woman standing there - she is dressed like a street person (no offence, street peeps), is about 100 years old and smells a wee bit rank. She says, "What a lovely building... do you know where I find reception?" So not knowing what exactly to say or do, I tell her reception is down the hall. She then yells at me and says, "I don't care where reception is!" and stomps off, screaming the whole way (thankfully away from me). The woman then proceeds to yell at several other staff (and I mean YELL) about all sorts of things. Security was called - and about 7 minutes later - she was removed from the building (7 minutes...! Yipes - good thing she wasn't packin' heat).
Keep in mind, this is a building with SUCH high security that when I forget my pass, I have to sign my life away to be allowed into my own workplace. Crazy...
No one knows who she was or how she got in. At the very least, it sure started the morning off with some excitement!
Now I'm wondering if this is what "pod" life is always like and what else may be in store for me... lol.
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This sort of thing happens at least once a week to those of us without offices. Sometimes these people are found at our desks on our computers. Or redecorating our "walls". Or adjusting our chairs.
I've been a pod person for a year and a half now, and yes, that's typical. There was a hot dog cart in here last week. He at least had something I might want, unlike the knife sharpening gypsy from September.
And really, I appreciate giving away my small change before getting on the elevator to go home.
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