Saturday, September 27, 2008

We're movin' on up

I have experienced an interesting phenomenon this week.

My company has moved out of the building it has owned for more than 20 years and now occupies rented office space in a corporate park a few blocks away.

It's hard for me to write about this without, frankly, sending up flares and posting neon signs with arrows pointing down, saying "Janet works here."

So this post is going to get written, it will stay up for a bit, and then I probably will take it down.

Meantime, here is a little stream of consciousness about leaving a place that I have lived in for 20 years.

I was pregnant with three babies while we were in that building. I gave birth to my Z-man, divorced, dated, got engaged, miscarried, remarried, had my Roo-girl, went through hell, came out the other side, met the man of my dreams, married him and rode off into the sunset.

The old building was dingy. It was dirty, after 20-plus years of ink and newsprint. There were no windows.

The new building is new. It's fresh. There are windows that let in light, and our second-story view of the foliage makes it look like we are perched in a treehouse.

The old building was like a pair of old shoes. You know they are ugly and worn, but they are the ones you're used to and and they're comfortable and you know all the places where they're threadbare and can, therefore, work around them.

The new building is like a new pair of pretty heels. They're all shiny and sparkly. But after a few minutes in them, your feet hurt.

In my case, my feet don't touch the floor.

Yep.

The desks are a little higher in the new place. And in order to be tall enough to place my hands comfortably on the computer keyboard, I have to pump my chair up so high that ... my feet dangle.

I feel like Edith Ann.

I feel like an Edith Ann who works in an insurance office.

Not a newspaper.

I'm sure with time, I will adjust. I know it's a better place for us to live and work.

It's just different.

And different can take a long time to get used to.

13 comments:

Momo Fali said...

I never got used to it when my old employer moved to a new location. So much had heppened in the old place. I had got married, got pregnant and then we moved to the new office and I was still pregnant and the smell of the freshly hung wallpaper made me vomit every day. Ah...what sweet memories.

Junebug said...

At my house the desk I do my work at is raised higher than normal because the people that built our house put a large safe under it behind some false front doors. So I have a chair that is pumped up high to reach my keyboard and my feet dangle too. I have to practically jump up on my chair to get seated. Well, I mean it feels like it. I plop when I sit on it. It seems funny that they would go from owning their building to renting an office space.

LceeL said...

I can just see you, on your chair, with cute freckles, pigtails and a lollipop, feet dangling in the air,
white blouse with poofy short sleeves and a plaid jumper, white ankle socks and little black patent leather shoes with the little strap across the top of the foot.

And you are so cute.

abritdifferent said...

Isn't it amazing how we become part of the brickwork with the building? I feel for you. it's hard moving on, but you have those memories still.

Edith Ann, ah yes, now I recall. That skit is just a bit creepy though.

Crazed Mom said...

Change is hard. I know exactly how you feel about the dangling feet thang. My legs are short.

It'll be ok eventually. It takes time. I know you are up to the chalenge. After all you've raised three teens already. You could conquer the world if you wanted to.

HUGGLES!

Tara R. said...

Congrats on the new digs. My office moved last fall into a new building. I really like the new one better, more room, more light, AND I get an office to myself. I hope you get settled in to where you are comfortable. Loved the image of your feet dangling.

Rachael said...

It's hard to move sometimes, but hopefully in the end it will start to feel like home too

Karen said...

I understand exactly what you are talking about here. I worked for the same company for 20 years, then got laid off. Even though I got a job somewhere else almost immediately, I still felt odd, like I was playing hooky from my "real" job.

SuburbanCorrespondent said...

You definitely need to purchase a footstool! And welcome to my life - my feet never touch the floor.

anglophilefootballfanatic.com said...

I love Edith Ann. Awww. I hope you enjoy the new digs.

Janet said...

I took a semester off from college to work for Vanderbilt Hospital and they moved offices from the actual hospital to the old Peabody College building across the street. Moving day was on my birthday and the moving company dropped at least 5 of the 10 CPUs. (Think 1982, back before you had your own hard drive.) Instead of 6 people in a 20x30 space, everyone had their own office and my desk was out in the marble floor lobby with high ceilings and lots of windows. And I didn't have to answer the phone anymore! I really should have stayed another year before going back to school. It had insurance and everything, and I probably could have taken night classes or something to finish up. The things I know now . . .

Kaytabug said...

I can't say that I know what it is like to have my feet dangle...
but I do know what it is like to have such a hard time dealing with change, especially with a place that holds so many memories...all alone in the moonlight

Pamela said...

and just like Edith Ann....YOU ROCK

 
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