I just got back to the office after picking up my Trans Am at the dealer, and what should I see but an e-mail from our CFO. It was a company-wide message about our new office space. To explain: The lease on our current office building is up at the end of March, and I’m glad of it. I hate this building. The place is old and filthy, there’s no hot water and barely any water pressure, and the ducts are so full of dust and mold that my allergies have started to come back after many years of remission. Then there’s the parking lot, which contains exactly zero parking spaces where my car is safe from sprinklers, lawn maintenance worker damage, falling yellow shit from the sky, etc.

Anyway, I knew that our executive team has been having trouble finding some new office space for us. They were pretty interested in this corporate park in the next town north of here, but that fell through. (Good thing, because it would have been a bitch of a commute for me.) Today’s e-mail, though, revealed that we are now in the final stages of negotiating a lease for just under 10,000 square feet of office space on the 6th floor of a beautiful, just-built, class-A corporate building which currently houses the local headquarters of a prominent area bank.

The best part? It’s just 15 minutes down the street from my house, and about 5 minutes down the street from my wife’s workplace! And wait—it gets better! Parking is provided in the form of an attached, covered parking garage! I’M FRICKING LOVING IT!

Since my wife works in a restaurant—one of the best Asian restaurants in the entire town, in fact, and undoubtedly the best sushi anywhere around here—I can often visit her and grab some lunch down there as well. Additionally, one of our favorite little breakfast places is also a short trip down the road in the other direction. About the only bad thing I can even imagine about this move is that I won’t be able to traipse over to the software store at the mall to pick up a reserved game on my lunch hours anymore, but who cares. We’ll be stylin’ on the sixth floor with plenty of space, and my Trans Am will be chillin’ in the parking garage all nice and safe from rain, hail, non-potable, paint-marring sprinkler water, or flying chunks of mulch propelled by a careless oaf on a Dixie Chopper. Wooo!

I might just have to switch my local savings and checking accounts to that bank—then I’d have the additional luxury of being able to just pop downstairs anytime I need to grab some cash from the ATM or deposit a check. Friggin’ love it. Of course, I’m not even going to speculate about what the interior layout will look like and where I’ll be situated, because everything I’ve said so far is already enough icing on the cake to make this a sweet deal in my eyes. I can’t believe our luck.

The move date is either April 2nd or 3rd of next year. That’s coming up sooner than any of us think, I suspect. I just hope everything goes well with the final 1% of the lease arrangements. If it does, I think I might just drive down there and check the place out.