In two weeks, I lose my plush executive NBC office and
relocate to a smaller space across the Universal Studio Lot. And although I
despise moving, in the grand scheme of things, this move will be one of the
less painful ones I have done over the years. From Boston to San Francisco and
then San Francisco to Boston and back again, I have moved too many times to enjoy it ever again. And to top it off, as if those cross country moves weren’t
enough – I took off again from the Bay Area to Los Angeles six years ago this
month. So when the announcement came that we were to vacate our offices – I was
less than pleased.
My current space is perhaps the best office I will ever have
in my professional life. From its private bathroom to its sprawling balcony, once
the higher executives discovered my oasis, I knew that it would be taken away
from me. It’s a lesson I learned many years ago – anything you have that’s job
related is never yours. From your phone to your car to your parking space to
your paycheck – whatever the perk that you claim as yours, readjust your
thinking as soon as possible. Once you do, you won’t be under any delusion that
you are indispensable.
The move of course reminds me of all those times I’ve packed
up for a brand new start. I’ve bubble wrapped and newspapered just about every
possession imaginable and along the way, I’ve filled a lot of dumpsters with
things I never wanted to see again. Hiring movers the last few times to take
care of everything was an even better luxury. I’ve also said, why should I do
something that I can pay other people to do and they may actually enjoy it?
Hell, I don’t even do my own nails, why should I do my own packing.
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