They're doing some major renovations to the building at work - probably to compete with the Yahoo! folks across the street. My department is being moved from the posh, private third floor, down to the first floor and into a new area that looks like a sweatshop in less than a week. Seriously, thank God that FB started fashion school - I'm gonna need some pointers when they move in the sewing machines I start making Gucci on the sly. The old area was right next to the executive, one-at-a-time washrooms. The new one doesn't even have an employees-only men's room. I have to share with the public. Granted, I won't have to wait in line like the billion ladies down there, but still. Anyhow that's not the point. The point is the second floor is downrght frightening now. They're tearing down basically every wall except for the bathrooms and making one big room out of what used to be about six different large rooms, each housing about two departments. They've laid down sheet plastic on the ground so as not to ruin the carpet. When you get off of the elevator, this is what you see (interior view of the padded-wall elevator follows):
Proceed down the darkened hallway, toward the light and push through the sheet plastic...
...until you hit total devastation:
Did I mention people are still working on this floor during construction? Makes my brush with the public bathroom seem, well...ah, hell - who am I kidding? No matter how scary that second floor gets, I'm
still pissed of about that!
-J.
This post was sponsored by Tear Down This Wall! Committee.
2 comments:
How can they expect you to enjoy that first, good, after your morning coffee piss if they have you sharing a bathroom with commoners? Sheesh the nerve of those bastards!
Be sure not to sit down ... if you know what I mean.
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