Another slow day at work

It's been a slow day. It's going to be a slow week. Word came down that I go to the journal effective April 6, so my current supervisor isn't going to give me any additional assignments before I leave. The ones in my In Box now are sitting there waiting for feedback from other reviewers before I can wrap them up, so I'm at loose ends for the moment.

I have started clearing out this cubicle. Sort of. I've been shredding files. I saved hard copies of every editing job I've done since moving into this cubicle in June 2007 -- I'm not sure why. Everything is archived electronically already. None of the files are sensitive, but I'm shredding anyway. A coworker takes the shredded paper home to use as mulch in his vegetable garden. It's an appropriate use. There have been quite a few articles that I've edited that came pretty close to being pure b.s., an attempt by the researchers to justify their salaries even though all they had done was re-state the obvious.

The new work space will be a cubicle, too, a fabric-lined box positioned far from any trace of natural light. I don't think it will be as spacious as this veal pen, and I may have to share it one or two days a week, so teleworking is starting to look like a viable option after all. I'm hoping it has some metal -- a filing cabinet, overhead cabinet, whatever -- so I've got a place to stick the magnets. Maybe that's a sign I've been in a Dilbert cage too long: I no longer wish for interesting work, new challenges, recognition, whatever. All I want is a place to display the magnet collection and an outlet for the illegal coffee pot. And more money.