A CHANGE is as good as a holiday, so they say.
And we are all looking forward to a bit of a change in scenery when we move into our new Riv office later this month.
Many of you would know that our office has basically been split in two, with the Nish St side being renovated while we continue to work in the old part.
And as someone who has been here for 12 years this year (hold the gasp), I cannot wait to move into a brand new shiny office and start afresh.
However, I have been told to cull a lot of my belongings which I’m not too pleased about.
I wouldn’t say I’m a hoarder, but I seem to have a lot of things.
And some of these things I have acquired over the years are either a) important to me, b) are important for my ego, and c) could be important to me one day.
I may have collected a few awards and certificates over the years and although they’re not the same standard as my beloved Walkley, I am proud of each and every one of them.
No matter where they’re from.
From taking out the Riv’s Most Bestest Storey (this is not a mistake) five years’ running, to last year’s Bon Jovi award (biggest entertainer in the office), they all hold a special place in my heart.
And then there is my 2018 Firefighters calendar, which would just be unproductive not to bring to my new desk.
Because Mr May keeps me smiling and motivated on those rough days.
And who else keeps me smiling (most of the time) but my two darling girls.
So their baby, toddler and school photos have to come with me. Even if I have to turn them around on the days they are doing my head in.
Then there are my vitamins, teapot, multitudes of tea, Chupa Chups candle (when I want lollies but can’t have them) and snacks, which are obviously essentials.
Unfortunately, I have been forbidden to bring my pillow and yoga mat (for a bit of R&R), despite the fact the company ignored my suggestion of having sleep pods in the new office.
And finally, there are the drawers and drawers of notebooks. Containing interviews from as far back as 2015.
I realise I could probably throw 70 per cent of these out, but I have this feeling that once I throw them out, I’ll have someone trying to sue me for defamation or inaccurate reporting.
So I better keep them.
Between you, me and the printers I think it’s best I keep most of my belongings.
Who knows when I will need inspiration from my calendar or one of my essential snacks to get me through the day.
But can someone let my boss know I’ll need a removalist?
I’m not prepared to break the news.