The door to my office if often closed. I open it because sometimes when I want to hear all the stuff that is going on around me, but even when it is closed everybody can see me.
I live in a fish bowl.
The chaplain who had the office before me begged his command to cut a window in his office door, “so when (he) counseled females, everybody could see what was going on.” That is reasonable, but for the 98% of the time when I’m not counseling females–I live in a fish bowl.
By the way, my preferred technique of counseling females is to tell somebody–preferably my assistant, and sit behind the desk, so there is visibly something in-between the Soldier and myself. And, when in doubt, counsel where I can be monitored (conference room, etc.), or with the assistant in the room.
I don’t have to worry about that here, though, because I have a window.
Through this window, people can look in at me and make me feel self conscious. Through this window, they can wave to me when it is time for lunch. Through this window, they can see if I’m actually doing work.
So I sit behind my closed door, watching the heads bounce by my window.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Chris says
I think I’ve done all three of those things to you from outside your window…
Stephanie says
That would drive me crazy! I’d start posting pictures, cartoons, drawings, inspirational posters, or whatever else I thought people would find interesting (facing out to the room, not in to the office), and eventually cover up the window. My Misses can send you sone princess pictures. 🙂
Monica says
You’re so funny…I love you!