As followers of this blog know, I have a long and tortured past when it comes to my ‘office’… a certain spot at a certain address which has gone through various incarnations over the last few years.
Originally, I set up shop there when it was The Café on Main.
Then, when it was the Ambrosia Café, I re-inserted myself at the same spot and declared that my office was open once more!
In its present incarnation, the Bridgewater Café has provided me my office space once more. I felt I was, once again, firmly ensconced.
That is, until I walked into the Bridgewater last Tuesday!
Judge my chagrin when my office was replaced with a couch, coffee table and some armchairs!
The pain. The loss. The sense of betrayal.
The lovely Shannon gave some lame excuse about the City finding that there were too many seats/tables for the number of bathrooms available and forced them to reduce the seating space.
(Here’s a shot of the lovely Shannon NOT coming to my rescue!)
Be that as it may, I would have hoped that the staff would have blocked any such attempt to eliminate my office.
Shannon should have put up a fight. I suppose she felt that you can’t fight City Hall. Or at least you can try but you will most likely be charged with assault.
I know for a fact that the fair Ashley, given the opportunity, would have stormed over to City Hall (kitty corner to the Bridgewater) like an angry, torch-wielding villager in a Universal Studios horror movie.
Alas, the damage had been done.
This is what has become of my precious office space.
I don’t know which is worse… not having an office… or going to the café, sitting at another table and looking longingly at where my office used to be.
I am NOT happy. 😦