Nobody asked for this, but that’s kind of the point of this whole category, isn’t it. Open-plan offices were sold to us as “collaborative” and “energizing.” What they actually are is a machine for making everyone type quieter and think less clearly.
I’ve sat in enough of them to know the tell: the good ones are half-empty by 2pm because everyone’s found a stairwell, a car, or a coffee shop to actually get work done in. That’s not collaboration. That’s exile with good lighting.
Build me a door. That’s the whole rant.
James
Word Spillage is where I write about whatever's stuck in my head that week — sometimes useful, sometimes just noise. When I'm not spilling words here, I'm the author of An Enchanted Heart, an epic fantasy novel (on Amazon) about a girl who wanders into the woods during a thunderstorm and comes out the other side in the magical realm of Lysoria, chasing down her mother and herself in roughly equal measure.
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