"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.
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