Room with a View

This morning my boss found me standing in the bottom level of a parking garage, holding a glass of iced tea and not doing anything else in particular.

"To the right," she said.

To the right was the direction of our new office. Only I didn't know which way to go and I had sort of given up on the going-to-work thing this morning. At least I had my tea.

I followed my boss into the elevator and let her press the new floor number, and then I followed her off the elevator and into our new glass doors.

"Your new space is labeled by employee number instead name," she said as she broke away from me into her own office.

13. Lucky number 13. Oh god, I really don't have any fortune, do I? I thought as I trekked through the maze of what only can be described as a triangular-shaped, open workspace.

A Post-It note with 13 scrawled on it in red ink was taped to a partition wall towards the back. I grinned as I saw not one, but two windows under my control overlooking the interior plaza. Then I counted the number of employees with window views: 7.

I must be doing something right around here.