Last week, I wrote about how a man walked into our office and offered cash for our building. We had 30 days to vacate. It wasn’t just vacate. He wanted our desks, our phone system and even the plants. He wanted it all! He wanted to be able to unlock the door yesterday and start his new business venture, whatever that might be.
That left us to go scramble for new digs, new furniture, a new phone system and still keep operating our 24/7 business. The thought of moving our computer server and implementing a new phone system while keeping our business running was certainly a scary prospect.
An even scarier prospect was leaving my personal office. I figured out that I had spent 21 years, four months and 26 days in the office -- a total of 7,818 days of my 16,310 days on earth. That breaks down to 48% of my entire life. I suppose it would be like taking a fish from an aquarium after so long and throwing him into a new aquarium. I’m excited about a new adventure, but the reality is, I hate change.
I always figured if I went blind that as long as I could get to and from work every day, I would be able to get around the office just fine. Yeah, I think like that! I would know about how many steps it takes to get to the kitchen, where the refrigerator was, the sink, the restroom and even about how many steps in to find the toilet. All of this will be different now.
I thought about how old I was when I moved into my office: 31! My kids were 13, 11, 10, and 8. I felt like I was on top of the world. It was a new beginning. I thought I was so smart and I owned the world. How many of you just stopped and did some math? Yes, I started by career as a dad at a young age.
Over the years, this my office would see me define myself. As I posted about moving out of the office on my personal Facebook wall, I had many, many former office staff members make comments on my wall about their time spent in that office. I realized that each one of them helped in defining the man I am at 52. I am a completely different man as I move out of that office. I went from being a somewhat shy and introverted person to being able to say what’s on my mind, and considered a public person in my community through my roles in charity work.
Next week I will share with you the trials and tribulations of the physical move. It was difficult to say the least. It was rife with problems. However, we are settling in to our new digs and finding a renewed happiness and excitement.
Series: How to handle difficult run-ins with law enforcement over a limousine.
Driving Gem: Plenty of things unrelated to phones can result in accidents.
Driving Gem: Lifting and handling luggage is never good for the back.
See how I talked my way out of this common nuisance for waiting chauffeurs.
In my face off between a chauffeur in a stretch and a restaurant security guard, who wins when the police show up?