Curse Of The Storage Space Abuser

Perhaps, it is the mood, being Friday and having finished most of the work at hand, which I have to admit seldom happens. Everything was as smooth as clean shaven chin.

I can't say the same for some of my colleagues. Cranky Chan (aka CC), the self-defeating queen, named so for expressing her frustration at every little thing to herself, sometimes before they even happened, had a bad start in the morning. CC, who was not around yesterday, had her old files, working papers - mostly redundant - removed from the filing room's window ledge for neatness. Her angst showed all over her fifty years old darkened face, as she sat facing her PC, typing away - doesn't matter whether she was actually working.

We, the professional movers - that is what we call ourselves since the renovation started - had in desperation for space, stacked her properties against a pillar next to her workstation. In her mind, she must be thinking that her privacy had been invaded - yes, she is that sensitive. Even though, we had put forward more than once for all to get rid of unused items from the filing room, the problem of people abusing storage space remained prevalent. Another colleague even had a half body-high drawer cabinet evacuated. Horror of horrors, it was stuffed with paper plates and cups, napkins and suchlike - remnants of past office parties. Hitler's Young (HY), the manager, for some unknown reason, was especially lenient, allowing the cabinet to remain beside the colleague's workstation since yesterday. Whether that served to further provoke CC's dissatisfaction I would not know.

HY, upon reaching the office and seeing CC all sulky, typically went straight for her cubicle and stayed in there. There is no point talking it through with CC, she knows as well as anyone. Later, HY, perhaps letting off steam, exclaimed aloud how hard it is to consider the emotions, expectations of all over twenty of us all the time, while each of us has only to consider hers. I burst out laughing and nodding my head, amused at the sharpness of that observation and added that it is all part of being a manager. That seemed to express my sympathy for her predicament, as she repeated her earlier words heartily. The Screamer/Schemer, still all at sea, offered her own difficulties at dealing with HY's emotions as counter argument, only to be met by HY's nonchalance.

PS: Extra power comes with added responsibilities, how very true.