Journal (The world of the one percent)

I have always had this funny feeling that when someone accuses remote workers that they “don’t work as hard,” there is more to it. But it’s not rocket science to figure out what’s behind such words coming from the mouth of someone like Steve Schwarzman, the boss of the world’s biggest commercial landlord—it’s money. It’s always money. Welcome to the world of the one percent. I bet Mr. Schwarzman doesn’t give a damn about the productivity of those working from home. The only thing he cares about is the hard cash that he loses when his office buildings are empty because no one needs to rent them if the staff of many companies work remotely. And just so you know, Mr. Schwarzman, not only do we work as hard, but we are actually more productive when finally free from all the unnecessary distractions inherent in the office. But that would be enough about Mr. Schwarzman. He doesn’t deserve even that much airtime.

And just like that he came

I can’t remember the last time I tasted marzipan,
or anything as sweet, for that matter.
Sugar has become one of those guilty pleasures
I can’t afford anymore. I envy the time I could eat
whatever I wanted and as much as I wanted,
and everything burned off without a trace in my waist.
I guess that’s age for you. But it’s not all bad.
There are things that only came with age, like the fact
that the all-consuming greed for new is finally gone.
I’ve learned patience and appreciation for the moment.
And back then, I would never have understood the words
of Professor Falconer. Now I know—I’m a single man too.