"This is good," I think, spinning in my chair, but consciously spinning it slowly, grown up like.
I peer through the window in my door, out to where the bulk my new team who are chatting away. It looks fun out there.
I revert my attention back at the more spacious senior office, with its pretentions to echelon, hierarchy, its rank, its mark of… achievement.
I pull my torn face.
I shuffle to my boss's desk.
"Probably," I say, sensing this could be a defining moment, "I should be out there with my team. I prefer getting stuck in."
My boss examines me, and shrugs.
I place my box of things on my new desk, and beam at my team. My team do not clap and whoop as I had half expecty-hoped. Rather, they look deeply unimpressed, quite possibly thinking I am both condescending and a fool.
I try stop my things falling off the small desk, and wistfully look over at the doorway to my briefly acquired office.