It was almost bittersweet today, leaving the office, leaving this office for the last time, knowing that I won’t be coming back to the building where I’ve worked for six and a half years. I won’t miss the building, exactly, except maybe in that weird way you miss any place that you used to be and no longer are, the way nostalgia creeps in even when you’re not feeling particularly nostalgic. The company and my job aren’t changing, even if our office layout is, come Monday, so it’s more strange than anything else. It’s just odd: I won’t miss the place, but I’ll miss the place.
Though I am almost disappointed they didn’t send us off with another random fire alarm. That would have been fitting.
As it was, the day was spent answering a couple of e-mail and then heading home at noon. We’ll see the new place for the first time on Monday.
Office moves are weirdly exhausting, aren’t they? We did an office move years back – first to a temporary space while our area was renovated, and then back about eight or nine months later. Such a lot of work!
It would be less weird if we knew exactly what we were going into tomorrow morning, but they’ve kept the seating chart a closely guarded secret, and even the actual dimensions of our file space, shelves, etc., has been kept from us. And we had to throw out, take home, or send to storage a lot of stuff, either because we definitely won’t have room for it, or because it won’t fit with the new office’s aesthetics.
We’ve been planning this for several months now, but I am really curious to see what we’re actually getting.