Changes

So I have moved from having an office to being stuck into a corner. Joy. I have no cabinet and a smaller desk. I have no space to manoeuvre and now everyone can see when I am pulling up my half bra but at least I have a job. So I should be grateful.

As humans we do not deal with change very well. We resist, resist, resist, often to our own detriment. But the fact is, change is inevitable as it is a necessary evil. I for one would not have been hesitant to embrace the change if it did not mean placing more persons in the same physical space as myself which means less room to move around in case of emergency and the potential emergency we may have created for ourselves with more computers, printers etc. being placed on the grid. But the persons whose portfolio it is to make sure these things do not happen should have thought about and looked at this and so I am not worried (in worried voice).

What I cannot deal with is the people walking around looking at us and our space like we are we are the latest addition to the circus; when it is obvious they had no business here and are just looking to “fass” (be inquisitive). Why is it we do not have any concept of boundaries? We are we so taken up with everyone else and not with ourselves? Why is it that we know all the “suss” but we do not know how our children are doing in school? I do not think it is human nature. I think human nature is “survival of the fittest” which means paying more attention to ourselves and less at matters that have no direct or indirect effect on us. But I might be wrong being neither sociologist nor an anthropologist.

Moving has forced me out into the open. People can now see me as I can no longer sit ensconced in my office and perhaps that is a good thing. Time, as usual, will tell.