We’re moving offices at work. Due to a massive construction project, we moved to temporary trailer-offices about a year ago. As of this week, the new office complex is complete. Although i felt quite at home in the trailers, all good things must come to an end, and i’ll be camped in a cube farm by the end of the week.
All logistics for the move have been orchestrated with military precision. Our Division Admin Assistant is in charge of letting us know what to do, when to do it, and all that crap. He’s been great about giving us plenty of advance notice.
For over a month, we’ve known that today would be moving day. Our responsibility? Pack up everything in secured boxes. Write our name and new office number on the outside. Nothing personal, or fragile, as the movers would be palletizing each office, wrapping in shrink wrap, then delivering to the new digs.
Last week, DivAdmin reminded us that “fragile” items included our desktop computers and phones. Given that our IT department is always short-handed, we were to pack ’em up, move ’em, and plug ’em in. Seeing as we are engineers? Seems reasonable.
On Thursday, a recently hired ovaried engineer managed to cause a bit of a flap by hitting “Reply All” to the DivAdmin’s reminder. She said “We have to carry our own computers to the new building? That’s a long walk! I’ll have to make at least a dozen trips to get it moved. This seems outrageous!”
Well, it would be outrageous if we all didn’t have these things called “cars”. All she had to do was ask DivAdmin. He’d made arrangements for us to load everything in his truck and he was going to do a couple of runs to the new place. Walking it over, one mouse or keyboard at a time, was never part of the strategy.
On Friday, whilst drinking beer with the last crew at the summer picnic, one of the guys mentioned the whiney e-mail. Naturally, he then asked me if i was moving my own stuff.
daisyfae: Well, i had planned to just throw it in DivAdmin’s truck like everybody else, but now i feel compelled to carry the entire arrangement on my head the half-mile to the new office just to make a point. In heels.
We continued to talk shit about it. Until it occurred to me that if it had been one of the guys who’d sent that message? We’d have been calling him a big fat wussy right to his face, rather than snark about it behind his back*. So i informed the guys that unless they called her out on it, they were guilty of gender discrimination.
i was greeted with a few blank stares. They weren’t sure if i was serious or not. To be honest, i wasn’t entirely sure either…
Gender equality. Seems to me that includes taking your fair ration of shit when you deserve it.
* Truth is? We’d call him a big fat wussy to his face AND snark about him behind his back. Probably for several months.