That much I know. People ask me questions, and I shrug benevolently. Computers flicker gibberish on screens. I determine that the room is a call center, but a very quiet call center. The phones are not ringing.
People speak in hushed tones.
It is a Thursday night, two weeks after Christmas. The employees look bored. There is nothing for them to do. Some of the computers seem to work autonomously, merging and purging baby clothes-related data. I wander around.