I’m often telling people how great it is to work here, because… well… it is. Today I was talking to a candidate on the phone, having a nice conversation, and I realized that I was staring at my slippered feet, propped up on my desk… and I was like… hey! What says “amazing place to work” better than warm feet?
My wife and I purchased a chair and couch to replace a couple pieces in the family room that were so bad that we were embarrassed to have people visit. The chair, alone, had been shredded to near oblivion by my cats and I had been forced to replace all the feet with stacks of screwed-together two-by-fours. Let’s just say “it was time”.