Kicked Out

I'm getting kicked out of my office!

True story.

And it's a little sad.

I've been here for 12 or 13 years now, and those of you who've stopped by know I have a pretty damn cool office.

We call it "The Catbird" because 50% of the walls are glass, and I have a fantastic view of Main Street.

I have spent countless hours here and have it set up just how I like it.

Lots of books.

Turntable hooked up to vintage amp & Wharfedale speakers and plenty of records.

Guitars.

Artwork & autographed concert posters.

A full bar with a stocked fridge.

Plenty of room for clients and friends.

And a couch big enough to take a nap on.

But as they say, all good things must end, and this spot has run its course.

This past Monday, we started the demo of what used to be the R.W. Price Realty Associates office to make way for Optivīv IV Therapy.

IV chairs will be where my drum kit once was in just a few months.

On the one hand, it's sad.

But on the other, it's pretty damn exciting.

I started packing my books this morning, and the records will get boxed up tomorrow. Then I'll empty all the drawers, load the files, and take down the pictures.

Next week the cabinets will come down so we can cut in new doors to access the nurse's station.

I'll haul it across the street, where I'm setting up a temporary office in my building across the street. It's the same building where I plan to build my final office.

If my current office is a 9.5, this next one will be at least a 15 on a scale of one to ten.

Or even 20.

I'll make it a place I can't wait to get to each day because it's from there that I will execute Ten-Ten-Ten.

Of course, there's a lot of work to do here first.

And even more across the street! It could be a year or more before we leave the temporary office and move into Catbird 2.0.

But that's OK.

I've got plenty of time and plenty to keep me occupied.

And, like most good things, it'll be worth the wait.