August 03, 2007

Breaking Camp

Well, let's see what I've gotten accomplished so far.

Not much. Got all my personal stuff off the C:\ drive and sent it to myself via e-mail. Yes, I've already copied it once and transferred it to my home computer, but I can't stand the thought of having only one copy. So, all my docs went to the inbox, and all the photos went to Picasa. And there was an embarrassingly large amount of both. As I said, I am a pack rat of the first order.

Per Marc's request, I showed you some of the flotsam, jetsam, and ligan in the office yesterday that I'm either going to have to pack up or throw away, but here are some shots of the other side of the room--my bookcase, filled with books pointing the wrong way, Design markers, and a row of Sweet's catalogs to act as ballast.


That chair is where you all sit when I'm talking to you. Unless you're hovering over my shoulder, which I really don't like. Unless you smell nice and have great big sof--never mind.

Next, the real nerve center of all that goes on, the battle bridge:

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Those are reference books on the window sill, slathered with a crispy layer of useless paper that at one time I had believed needed to be kept, just in case. All that paper on the desk? Absolutely vital to my mission. Or not. Lots of rolled up drawings, some of them possibly even still of use. Or not.

And finally, a wide shot so you can see my display of Oglesby child artworks:

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I sure hope I'll have room to keep some of those up. Makes the day go by a lot faster. SO, anyway, today will be spent throwing away garbage.

And something else I need to do is give my boss something. I've never had a better one, and I wrote him a note to let him know of my thoughts. It's private, so I won't post it here, but I want him to know how much I think of him as a person and as a leader.

He's a thoroughly interesting man and has seen more than most. He's faced down Bull Connor's police dogs in his youth, then went on to take a guided tour of Southeast Asia with Uncle Sam's Misguided Children. He came back, became an architect, dabbled in real estate, went on to work on the state's largest office building, came to work here, and in among all that, married and had four beautiful daughters who've done nothing but excel in everything they've attempted. He is one of the most honest men I've ever met, and an exemplar of integrity and good leadership. I will miss working for him.

Now then. Time to get to work.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at August 3, 2007 08:36 AM

I did a big dig on my office last year. It goes faster than you imagine it will, just remember to be RUTHLESS and throw away everything that you can. The fun part is that you find stuff that brings back memories or things you thought you'd lost.

Posted by: skillzy at August 3, 2007 08:46 AM

Possum-dig 2007 ... all you need are a few bands for a "Save the Earth" kind of vibe. Loved the layers of "stuff" on the desk and windowsill. It causes people to hesitate if they ever have an inkling to rustle amongst your papers. Strength in numbers - confusion and quagmire.

I'm looking forward to the after pictures, and maybe one of all the boxes you filled (keepers and chuckers).

[PS You have an open {CENTER} tag, probably after the last photo (I think).]

Posted by: Marc V at August 3, 2007 09:22 AM

I was dreading cleaning my office in preparation for new furniture (it's finally happening - yea!), but now I don't feel so badly about it. Like Skillzy said - be ruthless.

Posted by: Diane at August 3, 2007 09:52 AM

I'll be sure to record my progress, Marc. All I need is my pith helmet. (Try reloading the page, I fixed the center tag.)

And I'm glad I was able to make you feel better about your office, Diane!

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at August 3, 2007 09:58 AM

I glom onto older Sweets every chance I get. 2 years ago I was talking to a owner of a design/build and they had just gotten a upgrade, so we both did a happy dance. I may not be a architect but as a mech-e I find it invaluable. Plus if I ever need a emergency stash of baracade material, I'm set.

Posted by: Chef Tony at August 3, 2007 03:29 PM

The ones I have are seven years old. Barricades and ballast are about the extent of their usefulness.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at August 3, 2007 04:43 PM