A few hundred meters
My car was due for a warrant of fitness.
I have a mechanic that I’ve used for the last six years but he’s only just recently moved no more than a few hundred meters around the corner to new premises.
When I say ‘new’ I mean new building with a bakery attached alongside – nice.
He told me, compared to where he was (and it was an old, cold, soul destroying kind of a building) life was good!
I noted a new employee – work had picked up that much.
My car had passed it’s WOF (phew, no extra bills on this day) but I left pondering how much of an impact a simple shift of a few hundred meters had made to the life of my mechanic.
He told me if he had not shifted he would have closed down this September as the last work environment he was in was so unpleasant to work in.
Isn’t it amazing how a small shift down the road to new digs and the perceptions that come with that (both internally and externally) can alter a life so drastically? – and in this case for the better.
Makes you wonder what would happen to you if you shifted a few hundred meters down the road?