There is an old line from an older song "you don't know what you've got till it's gone". I use to have a 30'x30' office in a business that I get a "no-show" check from. It was a business that I had to do nothing for and still made me money. It is funny how life works out.
The business has had to recently expand, which suddenly demanded my involvement. A new building was acquired, and thus the transition of moving. My large office is now two smaller offices. One in the old location and one in the new location. Now granted my office in the new location is going to become a larger three room affair. But today, it is frustrating. This is strange considering I never used the old office for anything more than glorified storage for things I have collected throughout my life that demanded formal display.
Sure I would occasionally go there sit around pondering things and making others nervous. But now, it seems like a weight that demands attention. It isn't the social club for the crew that it use to be. I am actually having to work, correspond, and network with the movers, shakers, and money changers of the glass industry. I gotta tell ya, growth sucks when you are comfortable. I suppose that is where the phrase "growing pains" comes from.
In another corner of my life I am an hourly employee in a job that I just phreaking love. (Don't ever tell the folks at Greenlife grocery, but I would pay them to work there.) I watch my co-workers hungrily struggle to advance....it makes me wish I had someone like that to growl and grab to the point that I could just go back to a large office I rarely use.
When it rains, it pours. I have got to review the Department of Energy's DE-FOA-0000259 Funding Opportunity Announcement. I have until the 27th of September to understand the questions and until the 5th of October to have the proposals in. On top of that Natalia wants her hard wood floors that we have discussed for the last two years in by the 8th of September. She has even bought the wood flooring and hired the contractor......damn I miss my big no show office.
What really scares me is? I have these offices in three other states with growth issues in each.
The business has had to recently expand, which suddenly demanded my involvement. A new building was acquired, and thus the transition of moving. My large office is now two smaller offices. One in the old location and one in the new location. Now granted my office in the new location is going to become a larger three room affair. But today, it is frustrating. This is strange considering I never used the old office for anything more than glorified storage for things I have collected throughout my life that demanded formal display.
Sure I would occasionally go there sit around pondering things and making others nervous. But now, it seems like a weight that demands attention. It isn't the social club for the crew that it use to be. I am actually having to work, correspond, and network with the movers, shakers, and money changers of the glass industry. I gotta tell ya, growth sucks when you are comfortable. I suppose that is where the phrase "growing pains" comes from.
In another corner of my life I am an hourly employee in a job that I just phreaking love. (Don't ever tell the folks at Greenlife grocery, but I would pay them to work there.) I watch my co-workers hungrily struggle to advance....it makes me wish I had someone like that to growl and grab to the point that I could just go back to a large office I rarely use.
When it rains, it pours. I have got to review the Department of Energy's DE-FOA-0000259 Funding Opportunity Announcement. I have until the 27th of September to understand the questions and until the 5th of October to have the proposals in. On top of that Natalia wants her hard wood floors that we have discussed for the last two years in by the 8th of September. She has even bought the wood flooring and hired the contractor......damn I miss my big no show office.
What really scares me is? I have these offices in three other states with growth issues in each.
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