I used to live in the headquarters for an asphalt company. But, one day the news broke out all over the floor that The Boss Man had decided to move to North Carolina to take care of his sick mother. He would be moving the headquarters up there. At first this was exciting, I assumed I would be moving with everyone up there. However, I overheard a phone conversation one day that troubled me.
“Yeah, we’re closing up this office.” I heard The Boss Man say.
There was a pause. I could make out just enough that someone was talking on the other end of the conversation, but I had no idea what that person was saying.
“Well, we have a lot of furniture to get rid of.” I heard the The Boss Man reply, “I don’t even know what to do with it all.”
This sent a shiver up my spine. I tried desperately to understand what the person on the other end was saying, but failed again.
“Sure, do whatever you want with it all.” The Boss Man said, “Toss it out in the garbage for all I care. Workstations too. Just as long as I don’t have to clear up this whole floor myself.”
This truly scared me. The Boss Man wanted this person to come by and throw us in the trash? I belonged in an office with air conditioning and interesting people to listen to all day. A dark, dismal future awaited me. I pictured myself lost forever in a landfill.
A few hours later, a man came in with a big smile. The Boss Man came over and shook his hand.
“Thanks for coming over Larry!” The Boss Man said, “Think you can help me get rid of this stuff?”
“I think I know the perfect place for these great workstations!” the man called Larry said. I waited to hear about the dreadful dump I’d be heaped in, but instead he said “There’s a business moving into a bigger location and these would be perfect for them!”
I was overjoyed to hear this news! I would no longer have to worry about my fate in a landfill. I was going to have a new home.
Sure enough, the man called Larry found me and my other workstation friends a great new home. I get to listen to a fantastic working mother named Ashley talk to customers on the phone every day. She often puts up lovely pictures of her children and their drawings. She also has a lot of cat jokes and Dilbert cartoons. I really enjoy getting to see her so much. I’m so glad The Boss Man called the man named Larry!
This is the tale of one workstation that we here at Gator Office Furniture were able to rescue. Unfortunately for many workstations, they really do wind up in landfills. Help us in our cause to continue saving innocent workstations and other office furnishings from such a harsh fate. Adopt an office furnishing from us at 6160 Beach Blvd, Jacksonville, FL 32216. To learn more about how we are doing our part to save office furnishings, follow us on Twitter as @GatorOfficeFurn. Visit our website or give us a call at (904) 724-6400.
Because, workstations belong in offices with people, not alone in landfills.
“Yeah, we’re closing up this office.” I heard The Boss Man say.
There was a pause. I could make out just enough that someone was talking on the other end of the conversation, but I had no idea what that person was saying.
“Well, we have a lot of furniture to get rid of.” I heard the The Boss Man reply, “I don’t even know what to do with it all.”
This sent a shiver up my spine. I tried desperately to understand what the person on the other end was saying, but failed again.
“Sure, do whatever you want with it all.” The Boss Man said, “Toss it out in the garbage for all I care. Workstations too. Just as long as I don’t have to clear up this whole floor myself.”
This truly scared me. The Boss Man wanted this person to come by and throw us in the trash? I belonged in an office with air conditioning and interesting people to listen to all day. A dark, dismal future awaited me. I pictured myself lost forever in a landfill.
A few hours later, a man came in with a big smile. The Boss Man came over and shook his hand.
“Thanks for coming over Larry!” The Boss Man said, “Think you can help me get rid of this stuff?”
“I think I know the perfect place for these great workstations!” the man called Larry said. I waited to hear about the dreadful dump I’d be heaped in, but instead he said “There’s a business moving into a bigger location and these would be perfect for them!”
I was overjoyed to hear this news! I would no longer have to worry about my fate in a landfill. I was going to have a new home.
Sure enough, the man called Larry found me and my other workstation friends a great new home. I get to listen to a fantastic working mother named Ashley talk to customers on the phone every day. She often puts up lovely pictures of her children and their drawings. She also has a lot of cat jokes and Dilbert cartoons. I really enjoy getting to see her so much. I’m so glad The Boss Man called the man named Larry!
This is the tale of one workstation that we here at Gator Office Furniture were able to rescue. Unfortunately for many workstations, they really do wind up in landfills. Help us in our cause to continue saving innocent workstations and other office furnishings from such a harsh fate. Adopt an office furnishing from us at 6160 Beach Blvd, Jacksonville, FL 32216. To learn more about how we are doing our part to save office furnishings, follow us on Twitter as @GatorOfficeFurn. Visit our website or give us a call at (904) 724-6400.
Because, workstations belong in offices with people, not alone in landfills.
