I recently posted an entry about cleaning up an area of workspace at my office, but I didn’t specify why I was doing it.
Last fall, the air conditioner in my office died. A service came to repair it, but the repairs didn’t hold, and it would require a new compressor to fix it. It’s a commercial unit, and it can’t be repaired for less than $3500. When we got that news in October, we decided we couldn’t justify the expense, since we have a huge building occupied with just a fraction of the staff it originally held, and that air conditioner only cools my office.
When I first came to Ada in 1988, the entire photography product was film processing and paper printing, so it made sense for the darkroom to remain separate. It wasn’t until 1998 that I got a computer and a film scanner, and in 2005 I got rid of the last film camera, and was all digital.
Since October I have weighed my options. I had the air conditioner people survey the situation, and they determined they could not run ductwork from other units on the roof for structural reasons. At that point, it became clear I needed to move before spring.
I looked around the whole facility. One possibility was the downstairs darkroom that once housed the process camera and its film and chemistry, then later the image setter and its chemistry. But time and sloppy negligence rendered the walls and floors irreparably (at least to me, with no budget) stained, corroded, and disintegrating. Another possibility was the downstairs office that once housed our production manager; his office remained vacant since his retirement and the removal of our press (The Norman Transcript prints our paper since 2011.) But that office had no storage and no network connections, and was nearly as big a mess as the process darkroom.
As I searched I got more interested in a large area between the newsroom and the advertising department that once housed the cut-and-paste composition department, often called “paste-up.” I cleaned the area out five or six years ago, but it re-accumulated rat trash as it remained unoccupied. Still, it offered what I needed: storage space, network connections, work space, and some degree of privacy.
Starting in mid-February, I began gathering and hauling away stuff that should have been trashed years ago. Three-ring binders with color slides of Oldsmobiles from 1991. Composition pages for “gardening guide” sections from 1987. Amberlith. Border tape. Spent Exacto knife blades. Clip art. Font sheets.
I did all the cleaning in my spare time, and didn’t let it interfere with daily operations. Our publisher had an electrician repair and replace the lighting, and I got some new ceiling tiles to replace missing and damaged ones.
When I first set out to do this, I had very mixed feelings, not the least of which was the notion that I was leaving a place I’d called my work home for more than 26 years. But as I thought about it and worked on it, not only did I really start to like the idea, I saw a lot of positive points…
- I have more space for storage and work area
- I have the biggest office in the building
- I was able to take advantage of an unused space, which I regard as a form of recycling
- I am centrally located in the building
- I have room for at least two computers, so I can work with two on a daily basis and have room to set up another if I need to perform maintenance or repairs on one
The more I cleaned the place, the bigger it got. I removed unused and discarded file cabinets, lumber, and shelving. And the place appeared bigger after the lights were fixed and the ceiling tiles were replaced.
It was an enormous amount of work, but now that it’s done, I feel very happy about the move.
Oh, and I saved the big news for last: my wife Abby is retiring. Her last work day is March 31. Abby worked for PrePaid Legal Services since December 10, 2003. In the summer 0f 2011, it became Legal Shield. In her life she has managed Sonic Restaurants, run her own restaurant, worked as a veterinary technician, worked as an accountant, run a Stuckey’s Restaurant, worked as a fundraising sales person, and, when I met her, sold newspaper advertising. She is so glad to be retiring.