And so the preparation for the move continues…..
I have stickers, we have floor plans, there are many, many men in reflective vests wandering around the place with crates and packing boxes and the biggest roll of bubble wrap I ever saw. I suggested we roll Ms Rigsby up in it and chuck her off the fire escape to see if it protected her fall, she seems game for it so we just need to find an opportunity to steal it from the reflective vests.
In the new building I am sat by a window (score) which over looks this building (not so much of a score) and my desk doesn’t join up to anyone else’s. At the moment I have a ‘spare’ desk opposite me which they are going to put Ms Rigsby at while she continues her temping duties so that’s fine by me an all. All looking good so far.
Kirstie has been put in charge of drawing up the seating plan but not for deciding who sits where, now this plan is available for public screening you wouldn’t believe the squabbles and toy throwing that has been going on. First Harley is demanding a window seat and Kirstie has to put in a request to get him swapped because he’s really stomping his foot about it – which got declined (tee hee). Then the Wee Scottish Man is moaning about who he’s sat next to (not that I can blame him, it’s not the best company), then Andre is claiming she has to sit near a window for medical reasons “because its warmer” – really in a sealed glass box with air con in a country where the sun shines for only 20% of the year?
Poor Kirstie has had it in the ear from everyone so she’s washed her hands of it, stuck it up on the wall and pointed all complaints in the direction of Moon Monkey.
There has also been umpteen emails flying about from the new building team about everything they have spent all that money on and how it is all going to work. It’s like they think we don’t know how to work in an office, use a toilet or order a coffee.
A very odd one today though about our new passes.
Ages back we had to get our photo taken for the new building passes, mine I managed to glimpse on the screen afterwards and is fucking awful. Half my face is shadow and my hair looks terrible (taken the day before my hair appointment, always the way). We all thought this was just so they could all be programmed for the new doors – new building new doors right? Well not just doors it turns out and not just passes. This is what we were told today:
“On the first day in the new building, you will collect a new security badge which will need to be clearly displayed at all times, either on a belt clip or lanyard.
With this badge, you will have to swipe every time you pass through any of the controlled doors and in the lifts. This is important as all controlled doors have cameras with face recognition capability that will flag up an alert to Security if someone doesn’t swipe or uses a different card.”
Face recognition capability?? I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware I was working for MI5 – should I destroy this blog after reading?
I’m concerned because my crap photo might mean it doesn’t recognise me – will I have to always walk around with a bad hair do and shadowy face?? And what if it doesn’t? Alarm bells, flashing lights, a trap door?? All a bit worrying really. What’s next? Finger print scanning and voice recognition? Really.
Well we’re due a fire drill any moment now (I know, 4.30pm on a Friday – I tell you I’m not coming back to the office!) so I’ll sign off. Happy weekends people.
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