Office Space

 

The wood floor creaked with every step.  If you were standing in the basement when someone was walking around on the first floor, it was quite unnerving.  It was almost like they were about to fall through.

The entire place smelled like the smokers who had occupied the place before.  It was going to take some industrial cleaner to make the place useable.

The previous tenants left behind a few file cabinets, three old, wooden desks and two paintings, one of which was hiding a hole in the wall.

On the positive side, the office was right on Main Street and from the outside it looked classy.  There were beautiful leaded windows and fancy curtains on each side of every window.  A rich looking front door that opened into a small but adequate waiting area. Nine semi-comfortable chairs lined up along the walls and a small wood table, good for an assortment of magazines or whatever, in the center of the area.

A second, smaller table interrupted the row of chairs along one wall.  That would be for a coffee pot, cream and sugar containers and several ceramic cups, hopefully with our logo on them.  As I stood there looking around, I started to get excited about our new adventure.  This was going to be great.

I began to make a mental list of the things I wanted to get done before we opened.  First, I want a big area rug for this waiting area.  People always feel better when standing on carpet.  Next I want to get the place checked out just to make sure all the electrical outlets work and maybe get some nicer ceiling lights and fixtures.  These look a little harsh.

The restroom could use a going over as well.  No music.  This needs to be a serious place.  And no radio stations blabbing on in the background.  

 

To be continued