Step into my office.
Or, better yet, step into our Springsteen room.
Either way, you’ll immerse yourself in a sea of orange. It’s a strong citrus sort of color that screams, “LOOK AT ME!” but it’s lack of neon flare whispers, “i promise i won’t bite.”
My consistent color palate at work and at home is obnoxious to some; applauded by others.
Many are perplexed by this vibrant autumn hue that I – a relatively reserved and mild-mannered man – purposely selected for the two rooms in which I spend a great deal of my waking hours.
Orange is the color for...
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