Bootprints in the Sand

#48: These Boots are Made for Walking

I'm wearing red today. Red just felt right for this particular Friday. I went to sign my contract this morning and was practically floating when I left the building and headed to my office - yes, the dilapidated one I've struggled for 2 years to swallow and accept. The long wait was finally over. All our belongings were ready to be hauled off by the movers to our new office. My new office has a fantastic view of the Ayala Triangle. I had a hand in all the details - the design, the carpets, the joineries, the upholstery, the walls... The mural in the lobby bears a photo I shot in London. And skies. And well-being. The floor just had to be engineered light wood. The cafe chairs in the pantry just had to be indigo. Not gray or black. Indigo. And I had one of the best rooms.

I will be spending the next 30 days in this wonderful office. Less than 30 days if you take out the weekends. I'm tendering my resignation on the 30th of November. By the 1st of January, I'll be gone. I will have enjoyed the new headquarters for less than 4% of the time I've agonized over the sorry state of our old office but I guess, that time will have been enough.

My marks are already all over Boots. All over the place. All over my brand. Down the line, what I've contributed may be forgotten, but they can never be denied. I'm done here. I'm off to another company to make more.