memo's from the global office
I’m looking out the window, listening to Hotel Costes.. watching the city sleep and the blinking red lights of the world’s tallest building outside my window… am I an insomniac, well no I am bloody doing work….
The odd life of the traveling corporate circus.
I ordered a diet coke at 1am and the lady that brought it up commented in a totally cheerful way that it looked like I was working hard, five mins later I had a prostitute outside my door asking if she could come in and have sex .. hmmm ok no.
I had lunch at the original din tai fung, it’s freaking good.
I haven’t had a single meal here where two people at the table were from the same country
I pretend to be an I-Banker, access card and all, and other people pretend to be consultants, it’s all rather clandestine
The odd life of the traveling corporate circus.
I ordered a diet coke at 1am and the lady that brought it up commented in a totally cheerful way that it looked like I was working hard, five mins later I had a prostitute outside my door asking if she could come in and have sex .. hmmm ok no.
I had lunch at the original din tai fung, it’s freaking good.
I haven’t had a single meal here where two people at the table were from the same country
I pretend to be an I-Banker, access card and all, and other people pretend to be consultants, it’s all rather clandestine