Right, OceanGate Business Park. Thinking about that place brings back some memories. It wasn’t exactly yesterday, you know. I found myself heading there pretty much every day for a good chunk of time, maybe two, three years back.
Getting the job there was kind of a blur. I remember sending out resumes like crazy, just needing something stable. Then this call came through for an interview at some company located smack dab in the middle of OceanGate. I drove down there, feeling a bit nervous, you know how it is. The place itself looked… well, like a business park. Lots of glass, steel, neat lawns. Pretty standard stuff, really.
First Impressions
Walked into the building, the reception was all shiny. Had that typical corporate smell, faint coffee and cleaning supplies. The interview went okay, I guess. Talked about my experience, what I could do. They seemed alright, the people interviewing me. Didn’t get a bad vibe, didn’t get a super excited vibe either. Just professional.
Next thing I knew, I got the offer. Took it, obviously. Needed the work.
The Daily Grind
So, I started working there. My routine became pretty set.
- Wake up too early.
- Fight the traffic getting to the park. That was always fun.
- Find parking, which sometimes felt like a competitive sport.
- Walk into the office, grab coffee.
- Sit at the desk and start plugging away.
The work itself? It was work. Some days were busy, crunching numbers or writing reports, whatever it was. Other days dragged on forever. We had this one project, I remember, trying to streamline some internal process. Seemed like it went on for months, meeting after meeting. Honestly, half the time I wondered if we were actually making progress or just talking in circles.
Lunch was usually a quick sandwich at the desk or maybe a walk to that little cafe place just outside the main park area if I felt like splurging. The atmosphere in the office was… okay. People were generally polite, kept to themselves mostly. Not much rah-rah team spirit, but not openly hostile either. Just people doing their jobs.
I remember the building itself had these weird temperature zones. Freezing in one corner, boiling in another. And the elevators always seemed slow when you were in a hurry.
Moving On
Eventually, I moved on from that job. Found something closer to home, better pay, you know the story. It wasn’t any big drama. Just felt like time for a change. Packed up my desk, said my goodbyes, and drove out of OceanGate Business Park for the last time.
Looking back, it was just a phase, a place I spent a lot of hours. It served its purpose. Didn’t love it, didn’t hate it. It was just a job in a business park. Sometimes I drive near there and see the sign, gives me a little flashback. Just another chapter, I guess.
