It seems to span the width of several football fields, and the entire floor I've been assigned to is completely open. Managers have glass cubes that almost go up to one's shoulders. There's not one hint of privacy anywhere. Everybody bustles around, looking important. And yet, it was strangely quiet .
Nobody has a radio.
Nobody chats in the halls. Hell, there are no halls, just this one, warehouse-sized space filled to the gills with people in corporate dress. I credit myself for not running away screaming right then and there. I was afraid my car would explode. I was led to my cube, which is shared with another administrative assistant who has Mondays off.