"Move
up or move out" is one of Jamie's oft-quoted homilies.
"Do your expenses, idiot" is another.
I take his
point. You don't see a lot of grey-haired juniors. Still, uneasy
lies the head that wears a crown. There's a lot to be said for
only having to worry about your own work.
Yeah, I
know. Boo hoo. My wallet's too small for my fifties and my diamond
shoes are too tight!
Letter of
the week honours go to Keith for his response to news of my
corporate
rap:
"Take
all the interrupted masturbation, all the farts in church,
all the failed jokes with pretty girls, all the moments that
our moms decided to dance the Running Man at our 12th birthday
parties, all the impotence, all the declined credit cards,
and all the Christmas sweaters in the history of man, then
compress them all into a single moment of white-hot, blinding
shame and you'll have only a fraction of the cringing agony
that you inflicted on anyone under 30 in that audience. How
do you sleep at night?"
With a Japanese
hug pillow stuffed full of cash.
-Graham
