Me, Her, the Boy and a Dog

Yesterday, I was sitting in my office, which is located in a hallway. Yes, a hallway. You see, I had a nice office in Roanoke, but with gas prices being ridiculously high, our boss pushed to get the team assigned back to the Blacksburg office since all three of us live in Blacksburg. Seemed like a no-brainer to me, but it took more than six month. Go figure!

The tradeoff to moving back to the Blacksburg office was that we’d have to set up shop in a hallway because there weren’t any offices available. We’re saving money on gas and we’re reducing our carbon footprint (the greenies like that logic), so it’s all good.

So, back to my anecdote. Yesterday, I was sitting at my desk (I know, deja vu, right?) when I get a call from a co-worker whose desk is at the end of the hall and on the right (in the picture). I’d say 30-40 feet, tops. So, I can hear this co-worker, who’s “office” is also in an open area, both on the phone and from down the hall … in stereo. She asks for some information and I redirected her to another coworker whose office less than 10 feet from my desk (the first door on the right in the picture). The “in stereo” coworker politely thanks me and hangs up. A couple of seconds later, I see her walking down the hall, toward me, and she pops her head into the other coworker’s office.

If I have to explain why this is funny, then you’re probably one of those people who calls your coworkers when you could just as easily could get up and walk 30 feet to their desk. Seroiusly, I thought I was IN an episode of the office.