I once worked in a beautiful space. We each had our own corner with our desks facing each other in a circle. And one wall was a full window, letting in the sun’s positive rays into our creativity and productivity.
That all changed.
Without notice, our workspace was dungeoned into a labyrinth of cubicles, walling us off into prisons of shadows and social alienation.
No, I’m not being dramatic.
The decision, crafted in the royal room of the castle, didn’t take into consideration what happens in this precious workspace. But who has the gold (or shiny title) makes the rules, so the order to build Cubicle City commenced, while the supervisor guards leading the way chant, “this isn’t my fault. I don’t have a say.”
Not holding a grudge at all.
No courtesy email explaining the change was sent. No meeting explaining why the change was held. In fact, the…
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