The New Office

For the most part, I consider myself a pretty smart gal.  I mean, I have two college degrees, and was a CPA at the age of 22. Not too shabby. So why on Earth, can’t I figure out how to get from the parking garage at our new office to the actual office building? I’m told that there is a very well lit and neatly labeled walkway that says “to office building” in the parking garage, but for the life of me, I’ve never been able to find this sign on my own.  It’s ridiculous.  Try #1 (with a co-worker who had yet to go to the new office) failed miserably.  We just ended up walking outside the parking garage to get to the office building (in the rain, might I add).  Try #2 succeeded only because I caught up with a tax associate who goes to the office on a daily basis, but after we winded through the parking garage, took the elevator up to another parking garage, walked down the stairs, through someone’s apartment, over several barricades, and under a limbo pole, did we finally arrive at the elevators that take you to the office building.  Unfortunately, as good as a memory that I may have, I can’t remember how to complete that journey by myself.  This is SO frustrating. Why did we have to move office buildings? I’m told the reason is that the new office building is “green”.  It’s not. It’s gray. And if they mean “green” like Earth-friendly, well that’s obviously going to be the case.  No one can find the stupid office. That means no one will ever be there. That means no one will need to turn on the lights, use the printers, etc, you get the picture.  Or maybe it’s “green” because now, instead of driving the 25 miles to the office, it’s actually closer for me to just park at home, and walk, since that’s about the equivalent length of our walk on Try #2.

Not to my surprise, I had a dream about this awful new parking situation.  I was in my car, winding around the floors of the parking garage, and they just kept getting smaller and smaller…. to the point, where I had to get out of my car and start crawling through the garage.  My car wouldn’t fit anymore.  So there I am, military-style, crawling on my elbows through the parking garage (apparently trying to find that not-so-nicely-lit “to office building” sign). The further I went, the more obstacles I had to go through (i.e. spider webs… except they didn’t have spiders on them, they had crabs and dead fish… yeah, I don’t know how they got into the dream.  I’ve been sick, so I took some cold medicine before I went to bed. That has to explain the craziness).  I can’t remember if I ever made it to the office or not.  I’m writing this on a Sunday, and I have to stop by the office tomorrow morning before work to pick up a few binders. Hopefully I have better success than last night!