Going going gone.

It really was too good to be true.

I asked if the rumors about my being kicked out of my new fancy office were true.

I was told maybe possibly however they liked me where I was and didn't want to move me. If they had to, they'd let me know and put me back where I was or in a cubicle area.

The new director/writer on this new movie and the exec producer apparently threw a tizzy over the idea of my staying in the director's assistant's office (as its right outside the director's office) and without even telling me - moved my stuff.

I came in to find I'd been moved.

To a smaller space.

After the whole reason behind my initial move was because I was running out of space and innocently asked for a bigger filing cabinet or some shelves.

Now I'm in this claustrophobic nook with no hope of seeing the sun and no room for half my crap.

I was less than happy and said, in not the most understanding tone of voice, what happened, why have I been moved? I also pointed out that I didn't have enough room for all my stuff.

I was then basically berated for getting upset, for being ridiculous to think I could stay where I was, and that I was being ungrateful.

Sucks.

The PA who was made to move my stuff before I came in - popped over later on to apologize to me. He said he felt so sorry for me that they were moving me. Apparently I wasn't the only one that erroneously thought my moving into my own big office was a sign of my status being elevated or some such nonsense. I guess it was all just a sick tease.