The Environmental Manager at work visited my office today, of course completely unannounced without as much consideration as to afford me even the time to flick my unnecessary light off, let alone to heroically unplug my inkjet printer claiming it a redundant office installation.
Throughout our awkward exchange, I was starkly aware of my overflowing bin of un-recycled paper mixed with duplicate plastic cups to my right, an electric heater pumping western apocalypse strait our of my open office door to my left, and by far the most offensive - my dead Bonsai delightfully arranged directly between the two of us seemingly intent on invading our polite conversational gaze…dead. I might as well have invited him outside to see who could create the most litter of wasted A3 in a wild session of reckless paper-aeroplaning.
Immediately following this awkward witness of my heinous activity, I repentantly amended my email signature to read ‘please consider the environment before printing’ strategically formatted in bold green arial and then hastily thought of an excuse to forward some out of date email re:car sharing to work scheme, recycled strait from my virtual trash folder. Does this count? I don’t even own a car.