I should have waiting until the end of today to post my “changing seasons” post for the month.
August and winter has gone out in style. Heavy rain, a double rainbow and then a stunning sunset.
My “photo a day” prompt today is umbrella. This brightens up the greyest sky.
Following on from yesterday’s post about the daily commute, my working environment is also very different now, compared to two years ago.
I was used to a huge office with hundreds of people on each floor, thousands in the building. I was used to a multinational organisation, with a coffee shop on the premises, a café or restaurant to get subsidised lunch.
I was used to a “managed” office space, requiring a security badge to get into the building, and onto the floors. I was used to “someone” fixing the dodgy light, “someone” cleaning each evening, “someone” filling up the snack vending machines.
The lights and heating were automatic. On the extremely rare occasions when I was the first person to arrive on my floor, the lights would come on as I walked down the corridor, all movement sensitive.
Now, I am working in a small office with a maximum of fourteen people. Most staff have front door keys. The first person in, puts on the lights and heating. Last one out, turns it all off. We sign in each day, time in and out and if we leave the building at lunch time.
One of my colleagues has the assumed role of DIY man, walking around with a step ladder to replace a light bulb, or getting a drill out to fix a new white board to the wall.
There is a kitchen / lunch room to make our own drinks, with fridge freezer, toaster, microwave. Tea, coffee, milo and milk are provided, with a colleague buying supplies out of “petty cash”. A coffee van does visit our office four days a week. The only snack and chocolate supply is a fundraiser box from a local school.
I’m in a shared office at the back of the building with no natural light. I know when it’s raining because I hear it on the tin roof.
I was used to fire wardens on each floor, regular fire alarm tests and evacuations that took almost an hour, walking down five or more flights of stairs. They take workplace health and safety seriously here, but their fire sign made me smile.
One colleague takes shredding home – for her chooks in her chicken coop.
Although I’m living in a city, it is a very different life to London, a small scale city with everything we want, but verging on rural life, beach life.
For now, I know I’m in the right place.
On this day, two years ago, it was my last day at work in London. My last day of train commuting into the city. The last day of walking past The Shard, over London Bridge, past The Monument. The last day of a lunchtime stroll past St Paul’s Cathedral, over the wobbly bridge, or past the Gherkin or the Globe Theatre, or Tower of London and Tower Bridge.
I don’t feel old enough for this statistic…. but I’d worked in international banking in London during five decades! I caught the end of the 70’s, starting work straight from school. Apart from a gap year in the mid 80’s, two short breaks for maternity leave in the 90’s, I had worked full time.
I was happy to take redundancy. I felt I was due a break, time to consider where we wanted the next phase of life to take us.
My daily commute is now a drive to work, twelve kilometers from one side of Hobart to the other. The office is in a residential verging on industrial area, with a freight transport company as our immediate neighbor. Lots of big trucks drive past.
I park the car on a side road and this week I noticed a new neighbour at number 44.
There are no historic buildings near the office but there are views of Mount Wellington and occasional rainbows.
The ruins of Port Arthur Church.
The view of the beach, framed by the penguin viewing platform.
The coastline framed by an arch in the rocks.
The botanical gardens, framed by the arch in the wall.
And the dilemma of framing a photo in the rear view mirror. Do you straighten the image to the horizon in the mirror or the horizon ahead?
The community transport organisation I work for is leasing an electric car.
100% electric, not a hybrid.
There’s an official launch day next month, but today staff had a preview.
I didn’t actually drive it but the Nissan Leaf is very comfortable in the back, very spacious. The dashboard is straight forward. The accessories of radio, media, GPS, seemed more complicated than the actual car controls. The silence does seem odd.
There is a charge point at work. One of about twenty in Tasmania.
Promoting an electric car here, is quite an innovative step.