My desk has moved.

There was a time when I would have (and did) refused to even consider moving my workspace. After all, the other cubby was cozy, well-organized, and peaceful, and familiar. Being a creature who appreciates stability, I was not inclined to leave the security of my old home. However, my bosses have found a use for my obsessive-compulsive attention to detail and decided that I can handle a few more reports. With that responsibility came the need for space to put hard-copy and reference materials…it was time for a change.

I have spent most of this week shuffling materials from the old cubby to the new one. This new cubby is secluded, cozy…and yet quite larger than the last one. This is a good thing because I had no idea exactly how much ’stuff’ I’d managed to cram into the old cubby. There is twice the counterspace here, three times as many drawers, and even a bookshelf over the top to hold my refrence materials. I can actually access files in the drawer without having to remove contents…this is pretty freakin’ cool!

As if that weren’t enough, the new cubby came complete with a new pc. It has more than twice the RAM of the old one and a neato flat-panel monitor that uses very little space. Safe to say, it is a lot like a sports car….small, fast, cute…and tons of fun.

So, here I am. Comfortably ensconced in my new little corner of the world with everything that I need to work right at my fingertips. Taking a deep breath, I think of how I was so very opposed to the mere thought of moving…of changing. There will surely be times when change is not necessairly good…but this isn’t one of those times.

arkmomy