Moving into an Old Building

So we moved. Again. In 18 months we moved twice. The aches and pains from last February’s move to the bungalow are still there. And here we are now, moving again, into a dusty, rustic, sorry looking and maybe haunted place.

We obviously hate moving. There's the packing and unpacking of not only our stuff, but we had to handle the whole store. The paperbags, annual reports, magazines (lots of them) and many more publications. It’s the PR & marketing store but I wonder why the PRs are always the ones who end up handling the move while the marketing people just stood around looking pretty.

Just this morning my colleague saw one of the marketing people walking aimlessly in the store (next to our rooms). She asked my colleague where her stuff are. Irresponsible people.

For your information, I am writing now wearing a paper mask, due to the dust that has not settled. My nose gets itchy after a mere 30 minutes being in the office.

We moved in last Wednesday and it took us 3 days to settle down. My room of 5 people had only 1 pair of functioning ceiling lights, just above me. My poor colleagues had to work in a dim for a couple of days until they finally installed their lights yesterday morning.

The first day I came to the office was the day I pronounced the security guards as enemies. They denied my right to park in front of our office saying that it’s a place for ‘pegawai’. ‘Saya pegawai juga’, was my reply. After 2 or 3 sentences, he then changed the ownership of the parking space to ‘pesakit-pesakit kita’. I mouthed out a few reasons why I deserve to park there and miraculously he surrendered and walked away.

The second day when I arrived, I saw that they have blocked the parking spot with a heavy object, sending me a clear message that I am not welcomed. I saw the security guard nearby giving me a whatcha-gonna-do-now look. Ok mister, if that’s the way it’s gonna be, that’s the way it’s gonna be. One day I'll deserve a reserved parking. One fine day.

So I have to go around looking for a parking space quite a distance from the office, which we have to fight over everyday, as it is one of the few parking places that is free. That resulted in me driving to work an hour earlier than I used to which means that I have to sleep early every night which means my date nights have to be cut short too.

Lunch is a hassle as the only pleasant restaurant nearby is jam packed from 1-2pm so we have to take lunch at 3. I then decided the next day to pack my lunch in the morning when I get my breakfast from a stall nearby.

The pantry that used to be in the room next to us is now being placed in the other wing. Although not too far, it is not near. The public toilet is placed just outside my boss’ room. Sigh. Pooping with her in the perimeter is so not comfortable.

I have to wipe the top of my desk and my telephone every morning as they get dusty overnight. Imagine all that dust entering my lungs, hence the mask.

Telephones, yes. We have telephones with no lines. Calls are made using handphones, internet connection using our own broadband. Claims? We can claim, but it’ll take us 6 months to get our money back. And to go through the strenuous process of submitting the claim, we sometimes wonder whether it’s worth it.

As I am typing this, the telephone people are already here, to connect the lines. I’ll finish here.

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