I was hunting around for an old cup to use in the microwave to melt down some butter for a cheesecake crust.
I found this.
Aha. A pristine coffee mug from the defunct bank that spectacularly went out of business in 2008, back when the markets went into a tailspin.
I'm not sure where I got this piece of fantastic corporate merch from. It was possibly stolen from the kitchen from the first floor of 6 Bishopsgate Circus in the late 90's. I used to be quite good at stealing coffee mugs.
Yes, I worked at Lehman Brothers for five years in the 90s as a corporate actions clerk in the Stock Lending department. I made some great friends there. I fell in love there. I drank a lot of beer and smoked a lot of cigarettes. This is back in the day when I had a 'Norf Lundun'/Australian hybrid accent and still wore heels to work, even though I walked about like a bad drag queen in them.
I still know of people who are working on the Lehman cleanup crew, although is under another name and everybody is still disillusioned.
Looking it up on the web, I could sell it on for up to $50, but it holds a bit of sentimental value. I think I'll push it to the back of the cupboard again.
But how is it, 25 years after I worked in that cesspit with the sexist, boorish blokes that this coffee mug is still sitting at the back of the cupboard.
And I wonder, if I poke around enough, if I will find a Merrill Lynch coffee mug - as I worked there, in Australia, for a few years. Another defunct, corrupt American institution.
So shoot me. I'm a corporate maggot.
Who likes to keep the occasional piece of corporate merch.
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