He spent $1,200,000 on his office; I can report, dear reader, that on my cubicle I spent less: Approximately $1,199,985 less.
Thain's centrepiece was a stupidly-expensive designer rug, purchased solely to demonstrate his wealth and power (only a banker could do that, right?) My centrepiece was some new art postcards from the National Gallery, which I blu-tacked onto the glass partition between myself and my neighbour to
Thain was sacked. But even so, I guess he won't have to worry about his pension like I do. Oh well.
New Years Resolutions - because We are what we repeatedly do.
This year I have stolen three themes from older, wiser friends, who know better.
Theme - learn moderation, not abstinence
- in drink: to drink with friends and loved ones not with clients or co-workers, to oil a conversation not to wash down a plate of pasta, to accompany a smoked salmon blini, not Trial and Retribution
- food: to eat three meals a day not four (or two). To be able to tell whether I am hungry and if I'm not, to stop eating. At all costs to avoid canapés.
- to weigh myself once a week, exercise five times - and blog twice
- to have breakfast with my children every Wednesday - whether they like it or not
- to be nicer to Mrs Botogol
- fewer emails, more phone calls
- seek out Kate, whomsever she is
- find out the name of the youtube, Ocado and google-news fanatic in the next door cubicle. I mean - why not? after all these years...
Meanwhile... at work
In our secret santa last month an anonymous co-worker bought me a book of art pictures. It turned out to contain two of the postcards I have on my cubicle wall.
My first thought was "That is an unusual present for a secret santa"
My second thought was: "Ah, I can see why they bought this: just because I have art postcards on my cubicle wall they think I am some kind of arty-type of person"
My third thought was "But I do have art postcards on my cubicle wall.... perhaps I am some kind of arty-type person"
What we actually are.
We are what we hang on our cubicle walls.