I recently left the company I overworked for and accepted a new placement with a fresh employer at a much more soaring wage. My occupation is IT, and I gave up the solace and stabilty of my superannuated job to function for a startup firm which I opine will be a big success.  They recognised that they were going to have to pay for a prize personnel so they had no fret in converging with my asks in terms of wage, welfares and stock options. What I didn’t realise is that although they aren’t skimping on compensation, the office environs they provide, allows for a great deal to be desired.

I can endure with the little cubical. I can survive with the lack of biological light (although I feel like a cave troll). I can even do without the cafeteria, H2O chiller, and the deep brown Almighty. What I genuinely miss is my old phone.

You see, my previous telephone was indeed, not an “antiquated” phone. It was a multi-line wangling, LCD displaying, caller IDing devil that afforded more selections than a wet behind the ears automobile salesman. My “newfound” phone possesses none of those creature comforts. There’s no transfer or hold button, no screen to reveal who is calling, no headset and no electronic contacts directory. Long story short, the only deviation between this phone and a Garfield phone you might buy at Spencer’s Gifts is that this phone isn’t moulded like an animated cartoon cat. Heck this job would be much easier and the days so much more tillable if only we had a proper business office phone system in place. The existing system is so sickly automated that just a really microscopic percentage of the phone calls I draw are really intended for me. Besides, I get numerous netmails a day inquiring how come I have not reverted phone calls in regard to messages I never received.

I infer the moth-eaten addage that “you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone” really applies in this case.

Since I descended hither, I’ve actively lobbied to have the doddering office phone system supplanted, but to no avail. I believe I may be the sole one here who knows what he’s lacking. Oh well…I’m certain I’m not the lone one out there who has felt this. Perchance you as well have lost a beloved phone in a career move. I feel for you. I’d pass on my number so we could comiserate, but you’d in all likelihood never reach me in any case.

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