Just found out that once I get my own office (YAY!) I will be moving to the 16th floor--to be with the other super specialized attorneys at my firm. As one of the of counsels said to me, they thought it was "time to end the pretense that I am splitting my time between [super specialized area of law] and general real estate". I can't decide if I'm happy or sad about this.
I am ecstatic about having my own office. I will no longer have to deal with my current jerk of an office mate and I'll have space for the mountains of paper that come with this job. And I'll be on a floor where most people leave before 8:00 pm. On the other hand, I will no longer have the 7 floors currently separating me from the people that I deal with most. This means that I'll have to be much better about getting to work on time and that I will no longer be one floor away from free breakfast. I guess that I could walk up the 8 floors between my new office and the free fruit and lattes they provide to us each morning--that way I would get the exercise that I so direly need. But, who am I kidding? I will probably take the elevator to the 8th floor and then expend the energy needed to press the elevator button so that I can head up to 16.
This does not bode well for me fitting into the bridesmaid dress for that June wedding that I am in.
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