I’m moving office.
Nothing odd there, you might think: these things happen, it’s inevitable that you’ll move offices a couple of times in a job, especially when your Head Office is moving from New York to London, and things need to be re-designed. I accept that: what is a little suprising is the fact that in under two years at Agency, this will be my sixth move…
On the plus side, I move back to the front of the building, rather than the side, and I prefer the view. The office is better, lighter and “more prestigious”. It will also enable me to perfect the arrangement of Fiona Shaw posters, photgraphs and paraphernalia on my walls – testing new layouts, working with new themes. Titting about. But it has to be said that the mighty task of Packing My Books is beginning to wear me the fuck down (there was one move when I didn’t even bother to unpack my boxes, as I had already been told on the day that I moved in, that I would be relocating by the end of the week).
So here I sit, surrounded by bright orange boxes, and that “Bailiffs just been round…” look so distinctive of Ken Loach films, waiting until I find myself in a new configuration, with the books arranged slightly differently…
