change...

Change, I hate change…and no I don’t mean change as in dimes, nickels and pennies.
I mean as in things not staying the same. Yes, I know nothing stays the same but for the most part my life has consistency, I can count on certain things, you know, the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, my four legged children waking me up no matter what day of the week it is or whether or not I have that particular day off.

I use to know that I had no matter what at least one day a week I’d hit my leg on my work desk, I may not have liked it but it was a constant, well, no more, as of yesterday my desk is gone, tomorrow I will have “new” furniture and I’m not happy. This is a change I do not under any circumstance like. I work because I have to not because I like what I’m doing, ok, not quite true, I do get a certain enjoyment out of helping people, which is essentially what my job entails and I will admit I am good at my job. I entered this department when workers were properly trained which leads to another change I didn’t like but again had no choice in the matter. All for the sake of saving money, changes were made, make the jobs quicker but not necessarily more efficient which when I think about it is the reason I have to have new furniture. I work for the state in which I reside, in an effort for the state to save money, note I said for the state to save money, they want workers to work from home. Yeah, sounds good until you realize that your own expenses will rise as the state lowers theirs. Just the thought of bringing my work home almost makes the idea of new office furniture palatable. Ok, but I still hate change…more I this later


update: 11/14-new furniture arrived yesterday at 2:30, I was the first to lose my old desk and the last to get the "new" desk...I miss looking out my window but I'm getting settled...sort of