I used to think the ultimate style killer was wearing a backpack with your suit. It doesn’t make any sense (do you carry textbooks to work?) and simply clashes with the entire outfit. I mean, it practically telegraphs that your Mom also packs a lunch before you walk out the door to go to work with the big boys in the city
But now I think the standard office supply notebook, the kind most people dutifully carry to meetings, is even worse.
I never noticed this until I started interacting with a number of my work colleagues from London. On a number of many style matters, those colleagues simply out-class their American counterparts (myself included).
Yet it doesn’t just come down to matters of dress or those great accents – even their notepads are stylish! They use Black n' Reds
! Like dressing up for the theatre, they treat the customs of the standard office meeting with the respect it deserves by bringing a decent looking notebook to the table!
Meanwhile, most of us show up to a meeting with the same kind of notebook we used in high school to jot down notes about The Catcher in the Rye
A couple of months ago I looked around the table at meeting with some London folks and had a coming-to-Jesus moment. Like Paul on the road to Demascus, I suddenly saw the error of my ways. A cheap cover, cheap paper – I could do a lot better.
Now I work in my Black n' Reds with a sense of pride, after procuring a number to last me a good couple of years from a helpful London colleague. The quality of the paper is much better, and they hold up their slick appearance even after months of constant use. It’s simply a classic, through and through.
After all, most of us put a little bit of effort into our appearance before we head to work each morning. Why should the selection of our notebooks be any different?
Labels: notebooks, work culture