Nothing can compare to the feeling of stepping into one’s very own office and realising, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you’ve really knocked it out of the park this time. That’s how I felt this morning when I saw the results of the remodelling operation. It’s been going on all year, so it’s a real treat to finally get to experience it.
I can’t take all the credit, of course. Angelica had a big hand in setting it all up. Sure, she shed some tears when I tore her to shreds over her original concept, but I think it made the outcome stronger in the end, so I’ll take credit for that. I’ll also take credit for firing Malcom in light of his god-awful input. Admittedly, I copped a bit of flack from the team about that, but I couldn’t let us be influenced by someone with lousy taste in office interiors. Melbourne, after all, has a reputation to uphold on that front, so it wouldn’t just be letting down the company; it’d be letting down the whole city.
Okay, so my methods might be a bit heavy handed at times, but here’s the thing: they work. They don’t call me The Prize Bull for nothing, I’ll tell you that much. Nothing stands in my way. More to the point, nothing stands between me and achieving the best possible office fitout. Companies within Melbourne have the bar set pretty high, like I said, and it’s a dog-eat-dog world. So, while it might seem like I’m making mountains out of molehills, I’m actually just doing what needs to be done.
Anyway, the feeling of achieving something like this is incomparable. There are so many hurdles involved. Going up against people’s idiotic layout ideas, having to shout them down and even fire them in front of everybody, and dealing with the fallout of being cast as the ‘toxic boss’ are just a few of challenges I’ve faced, but I’ve come out on top.