The Office

The Office

Over the years, I’ve worked out of a fair number of offices. In many careers, your importance—or lack of it—was made clear by the location and size of your office. When I was a new banker, people quickly figured out that I was young, inexperienced, and not yet trusted to make many decisions. As I moved up, I eventually received an office with a window—though I believe it overlooked the local drug store.

When I became a stockbroker, I was assigned a cubicle and never actually worked out of it. Later, as an automobile dealer, I had a very nice office—nicer than I probably deserved.

In 2005, during our visit to WPC, I was shown my office. It looked great. The only drawback was climbing the sixteen steps to get there. At the time, Jean Nexsen and Laura Hundley also had offices on the second floor. I will refrain from putting in writing whether that was a positive or a negative.

When I returned to WPC last year, those same sixteen steps felt more like 116. To avoid climbing what felt like Mt. Everest, I managed an intentional fall. My office has since moved to Grace Hall, into what was once a seldom-used conference room. It’s airy, welcoming, and—best of all—there are no steps to climb.

Now you have no excuse not to stop by and visit. Of course, you may choose not to—and I completely understand.

But if you do, come on by. I’ll leave the light on.

Come visit – David