I Heart My Desk
If there's one thing the modern worker in the modern economy doesn't have it's security.
Some of this uncertainty is new to our age. Teenage high-tech mutants disrupt giant industries, which fall apart before our very eyes. Established companies get antsy and decide it's time to leave their dowager headquarters and take up with a flashy floozy of a headquarters in Bangladesh.
And what in the midst of this flux can you hang on to?
I have the answer. You hang on to your desk.
If you think of your desk as simply a piece of furniture, think again. Your desk shows the world that you have a job. It may not be a very good job, and you may not do it very well, but, darn it, you have a desk.
Your desk also tells everyone where you stand. If your desk sits in a luxurious office suite on Mahogany Row, you are going places. If your desk is moved to the loading dock, the only place you are going is to the unemployment office.
But now, in one of cruelest turns of corporate fate ever, management wants to take away your desk. Oh, you will have a place to sit, maybe multiple places you can sit, but no place that is exclusively yours.
You're deskless, Bub. Like Diogenes, you're left to wander the office looking for an honest place to rest your butt and display your Hummels. (Except Diogenes got transferred to the Bangladesh office and hasn't been heard from since.)
This scary situation was revealed to me in "Don't Get Too Comfortable at That Desk," a recent article in The New York Times by Steve Lohr.
Lohr's article raises a battle cry. The office-space designers are coming, and it's time to fight for our right to have a desk!