In which having a strong voice is more of a bug than a feature.

Depending on how closely you read the ‘box, you may or may not be aware of the fact that I am now sitting in what is my fifth location at work. In only ten months! I started in the back room, got moved to the front room, moved again in the front room (because of the glare of the skylight on my monitor), then was moved back into the room I started in, and am now tucked comfortably in the back hall next to the inventory/modem room.

I like where I sit now, for two reasons. One, even though where I now sit is technically a hallway it seems kinda like a little office. Two, my boyfriend sits at the opposite end of the hall, so I can throw things at him. (I never do, but I could!)

Well, today I was sitting here minding my own business when my supervisor came over and screwed a divider to the wall right next to my desk, effectively putting me in a boomy little cul-de-sac. I hit mute on my phone and hissed, “Jeeze! What are you doing that for?!”

He shrugged. “Mom told me to do it. You talk too loud, apparently.”

I opened IM and texted Mom immediately. “I really dislike these dividers. They’re boomy. They’re made out of the wrong materials to dampen sound. Help!”

She explained that when management barges in on the new hire’s calls, I’m HELLA LOUD over her headset, and so they want to make me quieter. There was some mention of moving me back into the front room! Ack! I complained more over IM. My supervisor moved the divider about eight feet away.

I still can’t see Kaje, but at least I’m not locked up in a little box.

Watch me learn to whisper!