Moving On Out and Up
Boxes. Boxes are everywhere. Full of items that are necessary. Full of items that are necessary junk. Full of just junk. They're piled behind my desk like a heap of legos, just begging to be arranged in some sort of fort. It's rather Tetris-ish. A hodge-podge of brown cardboard that fits together just so.We're moving offices as befits the image that we want to portray. Many of us are sad about it, and see it as forgetting the roots of the community that launched us from a semi-known to a well known. The old building is a conglomerate of brick and wood moldings, of hardwood floors and (slippery) stairs. It has character, charma and uniqueness. If only it had been able to grow with the business.
The new office is...nice. Very nice. Completely new everything - walls, floors, windows, furniture, space. It's so *office* though. Cubed and sterile throughout. I do appreciate the extra storage (vital to our department), the bestowment of an actual office, and the safe parking lot. The personal quirkiness will just have to added in bits and pieces, I guess. The next few weeks will be weird. A finding of that perfect mixture between buttoned-down and alternative attitude.
And how much fun is the fact that I'll be moving apartments at the end of the month? Change is in the air...
Now if you'll excuse me, I must shut down and pack up the computer.
picked from the vine by sv @ 2:46 PM
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