My office is moving out. Tomorrow is our last permitted day at our desks. Then we work from home on Friday and show up at the new building on Monday. They will be gutting our floor to the walls to remodel it, so everything must go. My colleagues and I have been sorting for weeks – trash, recycle, shred, send back to storage, electronics recycle... The place has been a mess, but business has carried on. We all sound like we’re in a tin can when we do conference calls because there is almost nothing left to absorb sound and the walls are metal. I’ve been interviewing new candidates for a job at the same time as the building crew is leaving pink “X’s” on empty offices liked condemned houses in New Orleans after the flood, and the art department is removing the corporate art. And I just kept thinking, “Geeze, the body isn’t even cold yet!”
It’s a difficult change for just about everyone to begin with. I wish they waited until we were gone – one more day would surely not have mattered to the project. That’s why we’re having a pizza party at lunchtime tomorrow and a breakfast over at the new place on Monday morning – because, you know, emotional moments are best handled with food.
It’s a difficult change for just about everyone to begin with. I wish they waited until we were gone – one more day would surely not have mattered to the project. That’s why we’re having a pizza party at lunchtime tomorrow and a breakfast over at the new place on Monday morning – because, you know, emotional moments are best handled with food.