Moving on Up!

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OK. We totally ran out of space. So… we moved our office… not too far as you can see in the video, but you wouldn’t have known that unless I told you.

I asked one of our Managing Directors how we were able to do this. He explained, “We acquired the unique opportunity to increase our office space and staff due to an increase in workload and sustainable client relationships.Yes, that’s really how he talks. Luckily, you have me to translate. Sustainable client relationships simply means our customers like us because we go the extra mile to make them happy.

Psst! Here’s a secret, it got so bad; we started hiring people and asked them to work from their cars so they can still access the server on WiFi. Just kidding. We stopped doing that because it started getting cold. I’m still kidding!

The good news is healthy growth is a good thing. What do I mean by healthy growth? Well, our increased demand matches our organizational support strategy. In other words, we made sure we had the steady workload first, before we hired new employees.

Behold! The transformation.

Talkin’ ‘Bout My Generator

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I must admit, there have only been two times in my life that I ever considered owning a portable generator. The first time was in 1999, when I saw my brother-in-law converting his garage into a makeshift bunker of sorts. Just in case computers all around the globe began to go screwy, he was, shall we say, very Y2K-compliant. Stocked with a wall full of corned beef hash and a shiny, new, portable backup generator, his garage was ready to serve as central command for the post-cyber age. All he needed to bring with him was his peace of mind and a can opener…

Oh, and his wife and kids.

The most recent time was a few months back, during a tense summer storm that rolled in after dark. The family and I had just settled down for a heated game of SORRY! when  the lights go out.

So, we grab a few candles and continue the game and the ensuing trash talk (We’re a tad competitive, you could say). Anyway, an hour goes by, the lights still aren’t on, and we’re all clearly past the “I’ll-sit-in-a-dark-humid-room-playing-some-stupid-board-game-by-candlelight-with-you” limit. And just let me say, an hour of SORRY! in the dark with the entire family prompted me to write several letters to the FBI to suggest some new interrogation tactics. Take away the AC, and I would have been ready to ‘fess up to any crime.