13 September, 2011

Hell: not circles, but open plan.

One of the teams sharing our large, open-plan workspace is responsible for managing phone and data services. There's some irony, then, that they only communicate amongst themselves by shouting, even where there's not actually a cubicle wall separating the people having the conversation.

This afternoon's loud and animated discussion takes place amongst the women of the team, treating everyone else in the area to the exciting world of domestic farting: by their husbands & boyfriends, by their children ... and by themselves.

This is why I don't socialise much with the other teams at work. What's there left to talk about?

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