25 May 2015 by Martin Driscoll
I like working hard. I always have and I suspect I always will.
For more than 20 years that hard work paid off handsomely. I was rewarded hansomely (relative to most but certainly not as handsomely as some) and was able to travel the world both at work and at leisure. I naturally seemed to make progress through the ranks and never felt like I needed a ‘five year plan’ or an answer to the standard “where do you want to get to” because that progress was my measure of success.
As long as I kept progressing, having fun and working hard, I would be happy.