A few days ago we completed the move to our new location. The space is twice as big. Plus, we have private offices, a conference room, a reception area, an “Art Gallery” as well as what we refer to as “The Wedge Room” which really is just a long, irregularly shaped room where we are currently storing our crap. Eventually, a part of it will serve as a community room or meeting room of some sort after we organize it in the coming weeks. We also have the added bonus of a kitchenette and restroom down the hall.
Right now, 3 of the 4 agents in our company are situated in what we call “The Bull Pen”. It’s simply an open seating area where all of our desks are located, where we can bounce ideas off of each other, hear and learn from each others’ conversations as well as generate a lot of laughter.
My desk is outside of the only agent in our company who has his own private office. I am the little woman who gladly sits outside his office, watching over everything. We are business partners and married (to each other). However, I prefer the Bull Pen.
With the current configuration of me being Greg’s “Bulldog”, I have the distinct pleasure of monitoring and protecting him from whomever comes barging in to the office. This is important because I rely on him to help with certain aspects of the business that I don’t like to handle, such as the books. Therefore, interruptions are often not welcome, especially if they have nothing to do with our real estate business.
Ah, the joys of being married to an elected official…