I was recently sitting in the office of a very senior lawyer at my company. He had multiple diplomas hanging around his office. One for his undergraduate college. One for his law school. Two to show that he was actually admitted to practice law in Connecticut and New York. The diplomas were laminated and encased in beautiful gold frames, each matching the other and perfectly aligned. He also had some very intellectual looking artwork hanging that showed architecture in major metropolitan cities around the world in black, white and gray charcoal drawings. Corporate artwork looking stuff.
I then returned to my office and realized that my walls contain the following:
(1) Wall papered colorful slot machines that were hung by my Secretary while I went on a birthday trip to Las Vegas two years ago. She originally decorated my entire office including my desk to look like a black jack table. It was fantastic. Eventually I had to take it down for fear that people might think I was running an illegal casino out of my office, but I did save the slot machines that are in a hidden position behind my door.
(2) I have my sleep away camp trophy from 1989 when I won the Under 12 Girls Wimbledon singles tennis tournament. The trophy is in the shape of a wooden tennis racket. It’s painted with green, gold and red letters and makes me proud every time I look at it.
(3) I also have a bottle of Prosecco, a Christmas gift from a work colleague, sitting next to my computer screen in case the producers of The Bachelor decide to call me and offer me a full time job that I can do from out of New York. Or if I publish a book. Or win the lottery. Or something exciting.
It has never occurred to me to bring in my college and law school diplomas. I worked at Lehman and the day I got laid off post-Bankruptcy by Barclays, I scrambled to gather all of my personal belongings in just a mere 20 minutes before being told to leave. This meant carrying 3 obscenely large framed diplomas, all of my picture frames, desk chotchkies, etc. I’ll never make that mistake again.
So a few weeks ago, I decided to hang up paper prints from my wedding. We recently got our wedding photos and they are so wonderful and remind me of that happy weekend in Puerto Rico. Does anyone really care that I went to Brooklyn Law School and that I passed the New York Bar? Will anyone be impressed that I was part of the Moot Court Honor Society Taxation Team? I’ve had more conversations about my wedding in the past few weeks than I ever remember having about my diplomas. Furthermore, I need do nothing more than gaze up a foot over my computer monitor to see my gorgeous Husband, my adorable nephews and nieces, my sister and her hubby, my parents and The Husband’s whole clan. We are on the beach and under palm trees all groomed and smiley.
It may not be “Corporate” but it’s the best artwork for an office that I’ve ever seen.