Remember several months back, when I wrote about the grumbling rumble around the office that professors were going to be forced to GET NEW FURNITURE? Oh, the howls and gnashing of teeth. What about academic freedom? We need our space to be. . .ours. We want to live the way we want to live. Et cetera, et cetera, and so on and so forth.
You can refresh your memory here, and also see the photos of how things looked.
Last week, I went to campus and unpacked my moving boxes and generally arranged things. At that point, I was the first one in our three person office to get my work done. I think the results look just fine.
Today, I checked back to do a little finishing up. One of my office mates has unpacked her items. Not bad.
The other office mate plans to go in next week and unpack hers. I hope so; some of her boxes were sitting on my desk. Truth be told--I am not using the desk during the summer, so no harm.
Now the real coup was the senior professor who grumbled the most. His space was the one featured in the first photo in my previous post.
Here's the scene when the professor was half-way done. I asked if I could take a photo--and he protested--I am NOT done. Well, I said--I will take another one when you are done.
So, first you have the absolute BEFORE photo, then the midway photo, then finally the TADA all done photo.
While I can chuckle at all the fuss--I do understand it. After all, my colleagues who work full time spend a LOT of time in their office spaces, so appearances and comfort matter a great deal.
We are all defined by our space--we define it, it defines us. It's a symbiotic relationship.