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. We have to be careful when we do work together, as our chairs could easily collide if we both backed away from our computers at the same time.