The Office is Dead, Long Live The Office
Do you ever wonder what an office could be if it wasn’t an endless drip of mediocrity? If the same dull decor didn’t frame your Monday to Friday routine: the shared desk; the inoffensive colour scheme; the cutesy, little bits and bobs your coworkers disperse around their one to four square of personal working space. What could an office be if you weren’t chained to your desk from nine to five, looking out onto a sea of sameness? What if your dedicated workspace was more than your desk, the break room, and a meeting room three doors down? What if it could be more than a stream of interruptions you couldn’t get away from?
In her book of essays, The Writing Life, Annie Dillard says “How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.” And truly, is the tedium of a standard office how you want to spend your life? The drip of the coffee machine in the background; a phone going off, and another, and another; the odd plant, whose sole function is to liven up the place, but all it does somehow is create a juxtaposition with the furnishings—the strange, muddy yellow amalgamation that masquerades as wood; the plastic, white table tops; the grey, spray-painted cabinets. Aren’t you tired of the same burn-your-eyes-out red carpet; the scratchy, 100% polyester woven, punch-happy blue chairs; lick upon lick of primary colours amongst an emporium of beige.
How much more time are you willing to waste for the sake of a system that doesn’t value you as a human being. How much longer do you wish to spend half your time in a place you dislike, doing things you don’t like, so you can spend the other half doing things you might not like all that much either. Because at the end of your nine to five you’re left empty, you’re tired, frustrated, and what you’d prefer to do is to numb out for a while, forget that in the morning you’ll have to start the whole thing over again.
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