An Office
I spent five years working for a privately held translation and localization firm in NYC. I had my own office with a beautiful view of the East Side and windows that went from nearly the floor to the ceiling. When guests came over, like my in-law’s, I could show them our conference room, with a stunning view of the Empire State Building, the Brooklyn Bridge, and the World Trade Center Towers when they still existed.
I now work in a slightly different capacity for a very different kind of company. At the end of the day I feel like I’ve been supporting something special. I like it there.
But I now sit at a quasi cubicle, on the interior, with no windows at all. This is really the only part of of my current employment that kinda sucks. Plus, I’m in a high traffic area – and for an IT person – especially an IT person who has to actually focus and concentrate on anything this is especially difficult. Just when I’m putting the finishing touches on some new script or Cisco project, someone walks up and needs a Blackberry configured. Or one of my colleagues needs some advice or a hand with something. I get kinda pissy sometimes.
Sometimes I just wish I had that office again where I could close the door and just focus on what I have to focus on. Or just space for a little while and look out the window.
So Charles Socci would very much like an office again someday.
Then there is the question of that raise.
Photo – 2004: my son Alex in my old office at 3 Park.
