[I keep thinking I will have a resolution to this story, and it never comes to pass. There will be future installments.]
Deus Ex Machina?
Our current landlord shows up. He tells Smithers that we can have the top floor of the building behind us, which can be completely refurbished, and he will even throw in some money for custom construction and improvements, all for only twice the price per square foot of the Sun building. Oh, and he will lower our day-to-day rent to that price as well, as soon as we sign.
This is a Plan B on a silver platter for Smithers and he jumps at it like a hack writer on a mixed metaphor.
This change of plans will mean:
-The company will save a lot of money on rent in the short term, as the Sun deal shows no sign of being resolved any time soon.
-Rather than an office for everyone, only managers will have offices. Everybody else will be back in cubes.
-The move date will be some time in July.
-We have to start from scratch on design and planning
-We will end up in a twin of the building we have been told is crap for the last two years.
-We have to find a new place to watch fireworks on the Fourth of July.
Morale is down on the whole subject as one would expect.
All Smithers has to do to come out of this smelling like a rose is get the deal signed and get us moved in July. The duration of the work to get the building in shape for us is estimated to be about eight weeks. That is the estimate he is giving us, anyway.
April becomes May. Again news is sparse. All we hear is that the Sun deal passed another deadline that allowed us to walk away without losing any money.
May becomes June. A company-wide note goes out to announce that Smithers has decided to pursue his career with another company.
June becomes July. A new guy is hired to take over the move. We shall call him Sanders. Sanders talks to all the departments to make sure that everybody is happy with what they will be getting in the new building. Not knowing how Smithers was ignoring everybody for the most part, he opens a can of worms. Jokes start about not packing any Halloween decorations because we will be hanging them in our current building.
July becomes August. Sanders is busy trying to incorporate suggestions as well as design and color scheme ideas. There is a plan to get better cube material and furniture. A committee is formed to review chairs and partitions. Jokes about Thanksgiving decorations begin to circulate.
August nears its end. There is no hiding that nothing is going on at the new building. We can look out the window and see it. We also learn that the previous eight week estimate was "very aggressive." Jokes about New Years eve in our current location start.
Friday, August 25, 2006
The Company Move - Part 4
Posted by Herbert Morrison at 3:38 PM
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