I had a nightmare last night that I started a new blog. Then I woke up and realized that in fact I did…exactly 26 days ago. The guilt of not posting is almost overwhelming, almost like not paying a parking ticket or procrastinating on that client SOW I need signed. The truth is I’ve been busy BUT I’ve also been struggling for a good topic to memorialize…and the daily grid isn’t cutting it.
BUT don’t fret my fellow readers, I found something blog-worthy. After 12.8 years of commuting to 111 E. Wacker Drive, Monday, I will take another route to work. Yes, I am a bit nostalgic today – I will miss my favorite Starbucks dude who always slides me a free Venti China Green Tips, and I am sad to say good bye to Eddie at security who once saved me from a broken elevator shaft – but I am happy to move on….and UP.
And today, I say good-bye to my officina. Oh, that is the saddest part. These four walls have seen (and heard) A LOT of shit over the years. My view was a brick wall and the furniture is from 1976, but I always appreciated closing my door during the rougher times. Just for example, we may or may not have opened a bottle of wine when a conference call hits the two hour mark – it’s times like that an office comes in handy. Just saying.
Monday morning I will navigate my way to the John Hancock Building – that tall phallus-looking building in the Chicago skyline. Where, by design, there’s not a private office in the whole place. That’s our new home (18th floor views!) – that is where the (magic happens) future lives. I am SO looking forward to our new open floor plan, I am finally going to make some new friends (or lose some), whether I want to or not.
As my Dad always told me, the only thing constant in life is change. And after 12.8 years of taking the same damn route to work, I am embracing this move. The best part is we’re moving from WACKER DR. to THE HANCOCK…let the penis jokes commence.