Today the company I work for moved offices. We only moved a block away but we still had to hire movers to pack up a truck and move everything to the new office.
Unfortunately they didn’t know we had time restraints at the new building and by the time they started unloading we had an hour and a half of time left. Because of that we ended up having to help them unload everything and walk it from the street to our new office building.
I decided to help the guys from our office so I spent over an hour moving boxes and desks from the truck into our building up the elevator and into our office.
Secretly I LOVE moving because I love this process. The activity of moving things from one place to another is fun to me. Pick up heavy things, move them. Repeat. I love it.
Toward the end, on my second to last run, one of the moving company dudes passed me as I was carrying two boxes inside.
“You’re one tough chick, huh,” he said.
Yeah, I guess I am. Thanks for the compliment, sir.
I’m completely tired now post work/move/drive/dinner. But that compliment still has me smiling.