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Nov. 1st, 2012 07:33 pmI'm hoping that by Christmas, all the renovations and furniture moving that's been going on at work since August will be done. It's getting hard to concentrate on anything.
In August they started replacing all the windows in the building, which involved scaffolding around all four sides and a lot of banging and scraping and people walking around outside the windows. They're still working on some of the windows, which means if you're sitting in our (second floor) conference room, occasionally somebody walks by outdoors at about head level. We're all used to it by now, but people who haven't been living with it all summer tend to get slightly freaked out.
Besides that, apparently somebody came up with some money for extensive renovations to the second floor. So far they've taken out two walls that only existed to have fire doors in them, removed the wall-to-wall carpet, sealed the resulting hardwood floor, replaced all the baseboards, and patched and repainted all the walls. This week they gutted the kitchen (removing the (broken) Keurig machine, the (nonfunctional) dishwasher, the (nonfunctional) electric burner, the (crooked) cabinets, the counter, the fridge, the microwave, and the sink), replaced the cabinets, put the fridge back in, and installed a space-age water dispenser. We all wish they'd hurry up and put the sink back in so we can wash our coffee mugs. (I will say that the second floor looks a lot better without the ancient carpet and the honey-mustard-colored paint that used to be on our end.)
Then there's whatever they're doing to the Financial Aid office, which seems to involve leaving equipment and whatever furniture was in the Financial Aid office all over that end. Getting to and from the elevator, which is also on that end, is a bit of a challenge at times.
THEN, there's the Suite 210 Furniture Debacle. (Suite 210 is where I am.) We ordered a conference table for our brand new conference room in 210. They proceeded to send us the right base with the wrong tabletop, so that's getting replaced. Some day. Probably the same day that the chairs get delivered and the guys show up to install the video conference screen. (Whenever that is.)
To top it all off, when they delivered the furniture for my boss's new office, the office manager decided she didn't like it. There's a guy who I guess is building the new furniture, because he keeps coming in and looking at that office and measuring things and leaving again. The first set of furniture came in right around Labor Day, and the second set of furniture finally started coming in today. One of the walls of my cube is shared with my boss's office wall, so I get all the installation noise from that. We keep the door to suite 210 open so the furniture guys can come in and out, so I get all the noise from the kitchen renovations.
Between the furniture guys, the window guys, the HVAC guys who got the fear of God put in them this summer when we had no A/C, the contractors who want to match the Financial Aid office's paint job to ours, the office manager checking on the furniture guys, and everybody who thinks we're the Admissions office wandering in and out all day, we might as well be Grand Central Station. But I do get paid to sit in the middle of the chaos and read promotion files, so I try to do that.
In August they started replacing all the windows in the building, which involved scaffolding around all four sides and a lot of banging and scraping and people walking around outside the windows. They're still working on some of the windows, which means if you're sitting in our (second floor) conference room, occasionally somebody walks by outdoors at about head level. We're all used to it by now, but people who haven't been living with it all summer tend to get slightly freaked out.
Besides that, apparently somebody came up with some money for extensive renovations to the second floor. So far they've taken out two walls that only existed to have fire doors in them, removed the wall-to-wall carpet, sealed the resulting hardwood floor, replaced all the baseboards, and patched and repainted all the walls. This week they gutted the kitchen (removing the (broken) Keurig machine, the (nonfunctional) dishwasher, the (nonfunctional) electric burner, the (crooked) cabinets, the counter, the fridge, the microwave, and the sink), replaced the cabinets, put the fridge back in, and installed a space-age water dispenser. We all wish they'd hurry up and put the sink back in so we can wash our coffee mugs. (I will say that the second floor looks a lot better without the ancient carpet and the honey-mustard-colored paint that used to be on our end.)
Then there's whatever they're doing to the Financial Aid office, which seems to involve leaving equipment and whatever furniture was in the Financial Aid office all over that end. Getting to and from the elevator, which is also on that end, is a bit of a challenge at times.
THEN, there's the Suite 210 Furniture Debacle. (Suite 210 is where I am.) We ordered a conference table for our brand new conference room in 210. They proceeded to send us the right base with the wrong tabletop, so that's getting replaced. Some day. Probably the same day that the chairs get delivered and the guys show up to install the video conference screen. (Whenever that is.)
To top it all off, when they delivered the furniture for my boss's new office, the office manager decided she didn't like it. There's a guy who I guess is building the new furniture, because he keeps coming in and looking at that office and measuring things and leaving again. The first set of furniture came in right around Labor Day, and the second set of furniture finally started coming in today. One of the walls of my cube is shared with my boss's office wall, so I get all the installation noise from that. We keep the door to suite 210 open so the furniture guys can come in and out, so I get all the noise from the kitchen renovations.
Between the furniture guys, the window guys, the HVAC guys who got the fear of God put in them this summer when we had no A/C, the contractors who want to match the Financial Aid office's paint job to ours, the office manager checking on the furniture guys, and everybody who thinks we're the Admissions office wandering in and out all day, we might as well be Grand Central Station. But I do get paid to sit in the middle of the chaos and read promotion files, so I try to do that.