Making a move anywhere is tricky business. Whether it’s the end of your lease…or a move to your dream home, the idea of packing all of your belongings up and relocating them …just so you can unpack them again …is overwhelming (and makes me tired).
BUT an office shuffle is a whole other beast…
Rather than working from a common goal, it’s every man/woman for themselves….and while you all know what’s got to happen, it takes a well planned strategy to bring it to fruition without bloodshed, breakage or personal injury. Today we did just that … like a well oiled game of musical chairs we relocated 8 people with a few frayed nerves but minimal fallout.
Like any move, the cull is the best (and worst) part … the time to reminisce (when there really isn’t time) and to decided what is worth keeping and what is now junk. One on my many highlights was my work diary collection. It was hilarious seeing the ‘corporate’ style organiser that was the size of a brick in 1998 (but must have made me look important) … gradually shrinking and eventually giving way to the 2014 ‘one stop shop’ that is a smart phone. The sad part of that is …what will there be to pour over in another 8-10 years when the next move comes …all this history we’re making will be living ‘in the cloud’ somewhere… with nothing to sit and laugh at. 
I found floppy discs and cassette tapes with reports of old projects…and radio interviews that I did ‘last century’ …..back when I had a voice. …and I found photos, newspaper clippings…. and reports that I wrote dating back to 1992 that made me think … mmm who wrote this? what a good idea ….It sounds like something I once knew.
I’m pleased to say that we all survived today ….I’m sore and exhausted ….and barely awake enough to tap fingers on my keyboard.. BUT it was a major achievement (and I’m actually looking forward to going to work on Monday – just to bask in the newness of change).
peeking through the window @ North Head, to Sydney Harbour
Wonder Years 