Pinterest board for staff – Roula

Mood lighting. I’ve always been a big fan. Everything looks better with the right light, even beige coffee-stained boardrooms. After I took a year off to complete my masters degree, I was assigned a new position but there was no space, so I was moved into an office in the basement, no windows. Up until then, I had always had windows. No matter how many desks lights I added, it still felt as if I was working in a cave. Weather would come and go. The sun would rise and set. I didn’t have a clue.

I grew desperate for a room with a view.

A Room with a View is a 1908 novel by English writer E. M. Forster. The first part of the novel is set in Florence, Italy, and describes a young English woman’s first visit to Florence, at a time when upper middle class English women were starting to lead independent, adventurous lives. Lucy Honeychurch is touring Italy with her overbearing older cousin and chaperone, Charlotte Bartlett, and the novel opens with their complaints about their hotel. Their primary concern is that although rooms with a view of the River Arno have been promised for each of them, their rooms instead look over a courtyard. A Mr. Emerson interrupts their “peevish wrangling,” offering to swap rooms as he and his son, George Emerson, look over the Arno. They refuse the offer, looking down on the Emersons because of their unconventional behaviour and thinking it would place them under an “unseemly obligation” towards the Emersons. However, another guest at the hotel, an Anglican clergyman named Mr. Beebe, persuades the pair to accept the offer, assuring Miss Bartlett that Mr. Emerson only meant to be kind.

I’ve copied this straight from Wikipedia. My point is: Roula, you are our Mr. Beebe. You never fail to take in everyone’s perspective in an attempt to find some common ground. You are the glue that binds ideas together. You see good in all people, that everyone is well-intended. Casting favorable light on those whom we work with is one of your biggest strengths.

Upon my retirement, I bequeath my hanging paper lamp to you, Roula. I wish I could give you a window, a room with a view. A lamp that casts a lovely light will have to do.

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