I swear this is what they served in the coffee when I worked at Prada's head office. How else did they have such good control over the company's organization, work flow and employee performance? I mean, they had it down pact. There was a rule for everything: how many sandwiches you could order for clients daily; how to tuck in the chair under the table; restricted cell phone usage areas; how cute those boy waiters looked in their little Prada uniforms. They were masters of their own universe - surely drugs were involved?
Man, I miss working there.
(Photo courtesy of Plastik Magazine)
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