The UBM office. Note the newsroom setup.
As the first full-time teleworker for the company I work for, I haven’t had a true office desk in the past 14 years. Early this year, I started the long commute to our San Francisco office once a week to help out our new staff – as a favor to my boss.
I discovered how different it was to have something called co-workers that didn’t have to be interacted with virtually.
- It was strange at first to have someone near me speaking in something other than Cat. I had to re-learn English – although I still growl when annoyed.
- I hate the commute.
- Humans tell jokes and are fun to have around.
- They also appreciate the fruits of your baking efforts. My husband and son regard them as a right, and complain when I experiment and something is not perfect. The office is just happy to have anything sweet. The grand marnier brownies I made a few weeks ago underwhelmed my family, but the office loved it. I could get used to this.
- You indeed get less done, but the thrill of helping others around you more than compensates for getting a bit behind.
- Did I mention how I hate the commute?
The view from the office sundeck
- It’s fun to get dressed up in something other than shorts and t-shirts and to put on shoes for a change. My BFF is a talented stylist and she’s set me up with a wardrobe most people would kill for. It’s nice to be able to use it when not on a business trip.
- Our office in San Francisco has an awesome view of the Bay Bridge and the San Francisco Bay.
- The office also has a gorgeous sun deck for the days when the sun comes out. It’s nice to be in California and have an office with a sundeck, complete with cushioned chaises, tables for lunch, and of course, this view.
- I really do hate the commute, but it’s nice once I’m there.
- The office is fully sustainable, with advanced recycling, energy efficient everything, and it’s open, airy, and full of really fun people. I’ve been in most of my company’s offices around the world, and I have to say this is the nicest as far as space planning.
To make things stranger, I have an actual desk in this snazzy office. Frankly, it’s the first time ever that I’ve been working in an office setting and haven’t had a private office, but I’ve adjusted pretty well. I have the requisite kid picture of my son in his graduation tux, and I also have a picture of Alexei swinging a golf club that was taken by my Uncle Bob. I can tell when people are golfers – they stop by my desk and comment on how much money they’ve paid to get a swing that will never be as good as his.
I’m not going to mention how much money I paid to get him that swing. Nope. Won’t even mention it.
I also have the required office trinkets. A small elephant statuette that I brought back from South Africa. A pair of wind-up shoes given to me by a long-time client. Other stuff friends have given me over the years. The required company awards that were cluttering up my office closet at home. That kind of thing. Apparently it’s not enough.
Todd Was Here
We have a lot of other colleagues from offices around the country visiting San Francisco. I’m convinced it’s because they really want to get away from the weather wherever they live. As a result, my desk is used mostly for visiting executives. Apparently, they got together and decided my desk looked a bit to severe, and needed some more decoration.
A few weeks ago, my colleague Todd was here from his home office in Atlanta. Todd started the tradition of leaving me a gift to let me know he WAS THERE. I was touched. He took a picture of himself and printed it out. I came into the office a few days later and saw his mug tacked to the divider-wall.
Dang. It really needed a “Best Wishes from Todd” or a “Loved Using Your Desk” on it for me to keep it up there as a permanent fixture. So, I put it on one of the shelves below my desk and told Todd the next time he came out here he needed to sign it or he couldn’t sit at my desk again.
The race was on. The next visitor to use my desk was my boss, Bob. He flew in to escape the heat in Chicago, see the view, and soak up a bit of fog and blessed coolness in San Francisco. Oh yeah – he also needed to work with the team, but they all say that.
Bob's few cents worth.
Bob has a delightfully dry sense of humor, and one never knows just how it will manifest itself. I received an IM from him that day that said the picture of Todd on the shelf below was creeping him out. A few jokes went back and forth, and when I came to the office a couple of days later, I found Todd’s picture back up on my wall, and a little present from Bob arranged in a nice zen pattern on my desk.
I kind of like this trend. First a picture, then cash. Things are looking up.
I still hate the commute, but I do like the presents.
I won’t be going to the SF office now for a couple of weeks, and there will be quite a few people visiting our office to escape the heat/rain/humidity/smells in their own cities. Oh, yes, and to do a little work too. I’m expecting to have several more presents left on my desk.
I’m particularly fond of orchids, folks… Just saying.