So now the office is taking shape. The idea is a Greenwich, Connecticut sort of experience, based on red and black colours. Red: aggression (think Tiger Woods on Sunday at the Masters), and Black: subversion, anarchy, unconventional thinking. Here it is:
So this week we've been negotiating the Contract. Many crocodile tears shed, and much sympathy demanded, but we can now start the real deal of decorating the place. In theory the Contractor is supposed to recycle the old materials from the flat, but I trust those people as far as I can spit. So I set to work, unscrewing all the metal items I could get my hand on. Now, I'm an awful hypocrite. The real reason was not promoting recycling; rather it gave me a chance to fool around in the flat for the better part of fifteen hours with a half dozen tools, and pretend I know what I'm doing, while sweating like a large horse pulling Belgium's annual beer production. The truth is, I got a total Zen experience out of it.
Here is my production:
I'd suggest that during my fifteen hours' work I recovered about HKD16 worth of steel, and probably saved two hours of labour @ HKD52, so you're looking at more or less the value of two pints down at the pub. But the exercise in terms of mind spring cleaning was priceless.
My delightful wife, as is her habit, is shaking her head at the whole venture. In fact the last six months, she has done so much headshaking, the clinic in Discovery Bay has had to hire a full-time neck chiropractor for her alone. I feel her pain; I have her, but she only has me.
So this week we've been negotiating the Contract. Many crocodile tears shed, and much sympathy demanded, but we can now start the real deal of decorating the place. In theory the Contractor is supposed to recycle the old materials from the flat, but I trust those people as far as I can spit. So I set to work, unscrewing all the metal items I could get my hand on. Now, I'm an awful hypocrite. The real reason was not promoting recycling; rather it gave me a chance to fool around in the flat for the better part of fifteen hours with a half dozen tools, and pretend I know what I'm doing, while sweating like a large horse pulling Belgium's annual beer production. The truth is, I got a total Zen experience out of it.
Here is my production:
I'd suggest that during my fifteen hours' work I recovered about HKD16 worth of steel, and probably saved two hours of labour @ HKD52, so you're looking at more or less the value of two pints down at the pub. But the exercise in terms of mind spring cleaning was priceless.My delightful wife, as is her habit, is shaking her head at the whole venture. In fact the last six months, she has done so much headshaking, the clinic in Discovery Bay has had to hire a full-time neck chiropractor for her alone. I feel her pain; I have her, but she only has me.
