It’s so reassuring to know that one isn’t alone in one’s predilections. (Yes, I just used that word.)
Ethan Hauser’s musings on the “plight of the office introvert” in a recent NY Times Op-Ed got me both giggling and mournfully realizing the only way to get an office to myself would be to:
(1) Angle for a significant promotion. (This sadly would mean more extroverted activities, so I ask: when would private office space actually have the chance to be enjoyed in this scenario?)
(2) Cash in my chips and go it alone à la entrepreneurial style. (This leaves me with the not unreasonable concern around start-up success and failure rates, again, leaving one wondering how long that private office could actually be enjoyed?)
Given that admission into a silent-vow convent is not in my immediate future (notwithstanding my delight in Julie Andrews’ singing-nun portrayal), it appears that I might be better off maximizing telework options and filling my space with green, flourishing plant life and a chocolate bowl. This way my friendly coworkers and I can receive the beneficent miracle of a plant’s transpiration and soothing qualities while also enjoying a chocolate rush. And what could possibly be better than that?