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Welcome to Monday, people. And welcome to the first post of the Daily Disgruntle -- your weekday touchstone of work related games, diversions, commiserations, news, recipes, and on-the-clock subterfuge for the LA office culture.
Today we’re going to talk about space.
Now, if you are lucky enough to work for Buck Rogers, your office probably looks like this. But, if you are one of the millions of worker bees who is not gainfully employed by Buck Rogers, you may be forced to spend your days rockin’ an open-air-catacomb motif, and clearly you’re more interesting than that. While nine out of ten dentists would probably like your grey and sterile digs, even they know it’s time for a good polish.
Apartment therapy feels your stiflingly, corporate pain (because if it’s ugly, it hurts them too), and has found a guide book to the ultimate fu office face lift. Create a little sanctuary; your own private asylum, far from the lunatics running the place.
And remember, for the price of a paycheck they may be allowed to rent you, but you’re the one who wears owns the pink slip.
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