My own office

Recently, I was considered important enough in this office to get my own work email account. It kinda makes me feel special, since I'm really at the bottom of the pecking order here. Actually, its not even my own email; I share it with Meghan, the other clerk here. Even then, so far we've gotten one email in that account. It was from a paralegal sending me the "Random Fact of the Day."Did you know the average human head weighs approximately 8 pounds?

Despite being at the bottom of the pecking order, our responsibilities at this law office have grown a lot since I first took this job. I guess my job was never meant for a close to full-time worker. Maybe thats why they crammed my desk in the corner, all the way in the back of the office hallway. It never really mattered to me ... I had a desk and a computer and that was enough to get done what I needed to get done. But now I have piles of files all over ... on my desk, on the ground, stuck between the nook of space between my desk and the wall. A desk is not good enough anymore. I need space.

Of course, there is space in this office to stick me in. There is a vacant office all ready to be moved into. The problem is that my boss does not want to pay rent for it. Yet, the landlord does not seem to mind that we use the office anyway, without paying the rent. We stick huge files in there and pretty much use it as a closet. So in this office, even boxed files are higher up in the pecking order than me.

This has caused somewhat of an outrage among the staff, who are tired of making acrobatic moves to get around me and my mess in the hallway. One of the attorneys even wrote to my boss urging him to get me into that office. He kindly wrote that I was important enough to get one, omitting the fact that I am an obvious fire hazard.