I’ve been in my current job for over 12 years and for all of that time I’ve been based in an office that was once an outdoor storage shed. It used to have bare brick walls and was impossible to heat. In the winter, even with the heater on full, I could see my breath when I exhaled. Then, about five years ago, my boss agreed to insulate and plaster it out and now it’s lovely and warm. It’s fair to say that I’ve had a love/hate relationship with it.
I work nine hour days excluding lunch, and as a conservative estimate I reckon I spend an average of seven of those hours in my office. Over the course of my employment that totals well over 20,000 hours, or 2.3 solid years. That’s almost a thirteenth of my entire life spent within those walls. Or, in yesterday’s terms:
So, I thought, why not share it with you. Had that not been a self addressed rhetorical question, the answer may well have prevented me from doing so. Once again I am asking you to bear the brunt of my astonishing lack of quality control.
Sorry it’s so big but you wouldn’t be able to read it otherwise.