Me at Three

Three #1
A photo album page I found at my aunt's house, I was probably around 3.

I suppose some things have not changed much.

Three #2
As I posted earlier, i have had to say goodbye to my beautiful home on the 15th floor where I have been for 10 years.

I am now on the third floor.

The first day back from vacation was my first day on the third floor, and I kid you not, as I walked in the door to work I heard the word TEMPORARY very strongly in my head, like my guides were really telling me don't freak out.

So I did not freak out. I thought, TEMPORARY.

That third floor desk and me?  NOPE.
The third floor and me?  NOPE.

This is not going to work, not at all.
My new desk is a box that is less than half the size of my old desk.
The floor is a dungeon- and also, toxic.

I had to get facilities to remove the spotlight above my desk that was shining right into my eyes.
But the air down there is really bad, there is no ventilation and all the fragrances everyone wears hang heavy in the air.  I am suffocating at my desk, even with my fan on. So I have been working on the third floor not at my desk because I can't breathe, and working from home.

There are only 5 of us including my manager.  Two people on my team never work at their desks because there is literally not enough physical room, so they are in the video studio all day.  My manager is all over everywhere.  The other person..... well, he's either not alive or a zen master, my manager votes for not alive.

As a good faith measure I have ordered an air purifier to show I'm at least making an effort but I want to go to the 21st floor.  I would technically still be with my (wider) team up there, and I'm not tied to the video studio like the rest of my (immediate) team is.  We should be on 21 but aren't because of the video studio. (That's also why we stayed on 15 for so long.)  My manager is being very cool about the whole thing and has already inquired about a desk on 21 for me.

Because I cannot stay on 3.  No freaking way.