I’m not sure, but I guess this is the right forum.
I’ve been working for 7 1/2 years at the University I was a student at (but never graduated from). That whole time I’ve basically worked at my desk in one spot. It’s really comfortable-I had a low partition in front of me, a big wall-like partition to the side and behind, and a table to my left.
I’ve known for months that we were going to rearrange things, but I’ve just tried to put it out of my mind. I should have tried to come up with a design that would work for me, but I couldn’t let myself think about it.
Today the time came. We had to move the desks around-I ended up losing my nice little area, and would have been stuck close to a student worker in front of me, and the guy who comes in after me behind me, and open for anyone else in the room to see me as they’re working on computers. I tried being okay about it, but after stuff was moved, I just started freaking out more and more. My boss left to go to a meeting, and I tried rearranging stuff, hoping she wouldn’t get too mad. She was at the meeting for hours, and I ended up leaving the building and pacing all over the place, and finally calling my mom (which I NEVER do when she’s at work, but…) I pretty much decided I’d stick around until my boss came back, but I wasn’t ruling out that I’d have to just leave (which would lead to me killing myself, though I don’t want to).
Anyway thankfully I somehow got myself sounding (more or less) normal when I got back, and told my boss I had tried moving things around “for the heck of it”, and kind of asked if there was ANYTHING else it could be arranged as besides how it ended up. I think she was thinking it through, and I have a feeling she could somehow tell I was completely freaked out (my voice didn’t sound normal, and I think my arm was shaking)…
And anyway, I guess my desk is semi-decent now. I’m back behind where the other guy sits, a ways away from him, I’m still kind of fenced in on a couple of sides, and I’m hoping it’s going to be okay. I don’t even know why we had to move. They say they need more room for servers, but they don’t! There’s tons of unused space in there, and servers that aren’t even ON that could be replaced.
This sounds weird or silly, but it was TOTALLY freaking me out.
The person who's been kind enough to talk to me about stuff, who originally thought I might have Asperger's (and is helping me figure out how I can get diagnosed) offered to talk to my boss and kind of tell her about this stuff. I *HATE* having to waste his time. Every time I even talk to him I feel guilty about wasting his time, and I appreciate it so much, and I wish I could do something for him...but unless he ever has computer problems, I really can't. Computers are the only thing I know anything about