A week is a long time in Burwood East.
What a difference! Our whole day has changed. It used to take me an hour and a quarter to get the office. It used to take Tina a quarter of an hour.
Now it takes me a quarter of an hour. Unfortunately, it takes Tina an hour and a quarter.
Some things are better. Some things are not.
Non-Melbourne readers of Trellis will have worked out that we have been in our new Burwood East building for two weeks now.
First thing to say is a stupendous thank you to those who organised the relocation. It was a phenomenal task to move an organisation of almost 200 people in one weekend. But we did it.
This effort showed all that is best about the meticulous planning and administrative skills with which World Vision Australia is blessed.
Not everything worked perfectly from day one. But there was nothing disabling. Most people were operational within hours.
Of course, there were the odd glitches.
Some of us found our terminals would only display a flashing block cursor. Others had comatose phones.
Some discovered that cupboards they had in the old building were still there. In the old building.
And the air-conditioning. Hasn't it been fun (he says, trying to smile)?
“It's just a question of maintaining a balance,” Boyne assured me.
“Yes,” I replied, “it's a question of maintaining a balance as you get typhooned into Donor Services.”
As I was beating upwind towards the open door, feeling like a French school boy battling the Mistral, Levy Crimeen located the weather conditions to another country.
“It's like the wind on the Scottish moors,” said Levy knowledgeably.
Imagining Levy striding face-into-the-wind on the Scottish moors brings a healthy new dimension to transcultural living. But I was still boggling my mind about this when I opened the door on the other side of the foyer and was gusted, spinnaker full up, past Craig and Anna in Finance.
Meantime, some ceiling tiles went heavenward. And the whole affair was accompanied by the mournful wail of wind seeping around windproof door seals.
Four Irish staff left the office early. They thought they had heard the banshee and were just taking precautions.
The AIR-MEN came next day and seemed to work it out.
Isn't it fun, being in a new building?
The other thing we've discovered in my office is how easy it is to get yourself locked out. Or in. Seems like we'll have to develop new habits, or better ways, of going to the toilet after hours.
As I predicted, some things are better, a few things are worse. A lot of things are just different.
From the informal feedback I'm getting from many of you, we seem to be enjoying the change.
Thanks to God, and all his servants, who have made it possible.