Looking out my office window in the Docklands, watching suited figures shuffle between glass towers, I’ve been thinking a lot about how corporate life shapes us. The discussion I stumbled upon recently about corporate personalities really struck a chord.

Remember that spark of enthusiasm we all had in our twenties? That genuine excitement about entering the workforce, making a difference, and climbing the corporate ladder? Fast forward fifteen years, and something fundamental has shifted. The enthusiasm has been replaced by a sort of programmed efficiency, and that sparkle in the eyes has dimmed considerably.

Reading through various online discussions about taking time off during the holiday season has sparked some thoughts about our relationship with work in this always-connected digital age. The story of a fast-food manager finally clocking out for the year particularly resonated with me.

Working in tech, I’m perpetually tethered to Slack, emails, and various project management tools. The concept of truly disconnecting feels almost foreign sometimes. Just yesterday, while enjoying my morning batch brew at Patricia Coffee on Little Bourke Street, I caught myself habitually checking work messages despite being officially on leave.

The sight of a man walking around Melbourne with a giant carrot might seem peculiar to outsiders, but for locals, it’s become a cherished part of our city’s fabric. Recently at South Melbourne Market, I had the pleasure of witnessing our beloved Carrot Man in action, and it sparked some interesting thoughts about how we respond to unconventional expressions of joy in our community.

What strikes me most about Carrot Man isn’t just his choice of accessory - it’s the pure, uncomplicated nature of his mission: making people smile. In a world where cynicism often prevails and most actions come with hidden agendas, there’s something refreshingly genuine about someone who carries a massive prop around purely to brighten others’ days.

Looking out my home office window towards the Melbourne CBD skyline, I’ve been pondering the peculiar way we define ourselves through our work. Just yesterday, during a coffee catch-up at Hardware Lane, a friend introduced me to someone new with the classic opener: “This is Dave, he’s a…” and there it was - my profession front and center, as if it were the most important thing about me.

The subject of professional identity has been weighing heavily on my mind lately, particularly after watching a thought-provoking discussion about career-based identity and its pitfalls. It’s fascinating how deeply we’ve woven our professional achievements into the fabric of our self-worth, especially here in our achievement-oriented culture.