The Ghost of Greg

So I finally got my marching orders telling me it's time to move to my new cube, where my new manager (the one who gets all bent out of shape about my dress code violations) can keep a better eye on me. Not that he's actually come out and said that's what he's doing -- but the way things have been going lately it seems like the only really logical explanation.

To be honest, the whole thing has been an annoying drama. Currently I sit with document control -- a department that I don't work for, but the one that's actually the closest related to my job. Anyways, the guy who runs that department is one of these passive-aggressive types who clearly has issues with some of my quirks, but really doesn't have any sort of direct authority to do anything about it -- a problem he compensates for by quietly doing all these little backhanded things to sort of kneecap me.

Like -- one day I could use the network color printer in the room, and the next my access was blocked by an "administrator."

This is the same guy who ratted me out to my old manager for drinking coffee at my desk instead of asking me not to do it (my old manager rolled his eyes when he told me about this, and went on to tell me that dude's always been like this).

But by far his master stroke has been this whole cubicle move thing.

Basically the company is remodeling our offices bit by bit. As part of this remodeling, the people I currently sit with are moving to a different location with customized offices and updated equipment. I found this out because passive-aggressive guy was boasting about it all in a conversation he started with me one day.

Then 10 minutes later I went to a meeting with my new manager, who
informed me that I wasn't included in the doc control department move.

Anyways, eventually they found an open spot for me -- one that was formerly inhabited by a guy in finance named Greg. Our job functions rarely cross paths, but on the few occasions I've worked with Greg I've always found him to be a good dude. Apparently he's moving up the ladder a bit (kudos) so his old cube opened up.

On the good side, I'll be getting 3 1/2 walls (which is a step up from the shared table/desk thing I'm sitting at now) -- but I'm also now in my new manager's line of sight, and even though I'm moving to a new spot I STILL can't have coffee at my desk, which is just criminal.

All that being said, it's just a desk, and despite my occasional whining this is a pretty good gig, and one I'm not in a hurry to lose -- especially when you consider just how crappy the job market is out there, so even if some of the details of this move kinda stink -- so in the end my mission really is to just suck it up and roll with the changes, you know?

Or at least I thought that was my mission. Because the other day when I went over to my future new desk to see how much space I was getting --

This is what I found:

OK, new mission -- Where the hell's the rest of Greg!?

And who do I talk to around here about getting a cubicle with no monsters hiding underneath it?

[Listening to:  OutKast - "I'll Call Before I Come" ]