The title of this post and the content of this post were not how I originally had intended to write this post. I think it will give a few people a chuckle, and I am guessing that a lot people will relate.
The original story: My school rented a new space for my department and the special education department in the same building (RiverPlace in Minneapolis) where the records, guidance, and administration already were. When we took over the new space in October, construction was well underway to transform the space across the hall from us. I watched the transformation in a way that only a person who grew up in my parents’ home could … with much interest. What were they doing? What company will be there? What is new today? Are they taking what used to be a nearby bathroom?
When the construction ended a while back, I learned from a couple of Code Forty Two employees about the design of the space. All outside walls – including those into the hall – were now glass. The walls appeared to have be different shades, but they were not! They were all one color, but – because of the exterior glass walls – the various interior walls appeared to be different shades because of the way that the sun (or lack thereof) came in. Simple cubicles and standing stations along with a simplistic reception desk were all that one could see inside. There seemed to be no paper in the entire place.
On more than one occasion, I observed the company workers in a meeting and have only become more and more interested in the company’s philosophies. As I went from our suite to the other suite for our school, I saw a few or all of the employees in this glass room – a fish bowl – holding a meeting. No paper. No pens. No table. No chairs. No laptops. Just four walls and a bunch of (mostly) guys standing around talking about their great ideas. At one point, I observed a rather heated exchange that looked as if one was calling the other out about his body language.
It was so fascinating! I suggested the concept to more than one colleague, and none of us thought it would work. Oh well – maybe at another school or company some day?
The real story: On Friday, as I went from my suite to the other suite, I snapped the above photo. I finally needed to blog about this concept. Can it really work? When I returned later in the day, two employees stood outside the suite with a bunch of items needing to be shipped to a trade show…their freight elevator was out of commission, so they had filled the hall while waiting for the truck. In true Italian-Stacy fashion, I chatted them up about the company and I got the real deal on the fish bowl conference room.
No lofty philosophy. The table and chairs were simply on back order. In fact, they sat in the middle of the office space’s reception area – in boxes waiting for someone to unpack them and put them together. Disappointed? I am. *sigh* Oh well.
How often do we write stories before we have the facts? In this case, it was pretty harmless, but I do this all of the time with what I think are people’s perceptions of me and in myriad of other situations. Lesson learned: get the real story before I write the story.
Many thanks to Ben and Jillian for setting me straight on the story. Even though I am devastated at this change in events, I am thrilled to know “the rest of the story.”