I went looking again today and saw an office in a lovely part of town called Mount Washington. It is gorgeous there, in fact, it looks like some of the nicer parts of upstate New York/Vermont – all villagy and stuff. The office was all of 80 square feet. It was, at best, an oversized closet. It had one window. It is in a super cute neighborhood in an adorable building, but still, its a closet. It’s also 175 dollars a month. This gave me pause. It’s cheap. Really cheap. And I didn’t want to spend more than 300 dollars a month on space, including utilities, etc. So, this is a lot less than that, right? I have no clients (seriously, zero, zilch, none) and no prospects of getting clients any time soon. I just need an address and a place to go where I can at least pretend to do some work. Do I need any more than that? So I seriously considered it.
Then I was starving and I went to lunch at one of the cute villagy restaurants. I had falafel and iced tea and read the adverts in the City Paper. LO! There is another office. 249 bucks, all utilities included and one parking space. Hmm. . . in Charles Village, that’s good. So, I called up and spoke to Dave. 45 minutes later I was meeting with Dave. I love the space. I mean, don’t get me wrong, its not on the Harbor, its not swank, it might not even be all that clean, but you know how it is when you walk in somewhere and your heart just sings? Well, they had a couple of spaces available. One was too big – two offices and really, I’m kind of little. Then, on the second floor there was an office with two windows and it was 299, I was a bit disappointed, but ventured on. On the third floor, there it was! I heard birds chirping, I saw myself sitting at my desk with my computer working on my professional blog, doing marketing plans, filing my non-existent files. I was so excited, I almost gave him all of my money right there and then.
Then I remembered I have a 72 hour rule. I’m not allowed to make any life altering decisions without giving myself 72 hours to think about it. So, I told the guy that while I loved the space, I would have to let him know on Friday. Now, Friday is only 48 hours from now, but for me it seems like an eternity away. I WANT IT!
Oh, and the guys who own it run a record label out of the place. They are building a recording studio in the basement so there will be cool band guys coming in and out of the place. Now, the only hitch would be if the PD calls me and offers me the job in the city. I highly doubt they are going to do that, considering its Wednesday and they still haven’t called. They said they would let me know on Friday. I’m no longer holding my breath.
By this time next week I might actually have my own office. How cool is that?
