The Office Liberation
I sighed and wiped the sweat from my brow, dropping into a crouch behind a convenient bush. ‘What are you doing?’ Gaspar, my guide, hurriedly whispered at me. ‘We need to move, now.’ ‘I’m just catching my breath,’ I lied, frowning at the path behind us intently. ‘I told you at the start,’ Gaspar growled, shifting nervously, eyes darting around the treetops, ‘if we stop moving, we won’t make it.’ ‘I know, I know,’ I said. In truth, I wasn’t paying attention to what Gaspar was saying. I was too busy looking. I wanted to see them. ‘Then you’re on your own,’ Gaspar shook his head. ‘Good luck, stranger.’ ‘Gaspar,’ I called out after him. He flinched at the noise, reflexively dropping into a crouch. ‘Gaspar, do you know what I used to do for a living?’ His only response was to glare.…
Pushing the Office
I’ll admit, I was reluctant to even entertain the idea of fitting out our office. It had been going strong for well over thirty years, and our employees had never complained. Sure, they were packed in like sardines, and sure I fired everyone who ever brought redesigning the office to me as a suggestion or concern, but I think I would have known if they were uncomfortable. Eventually, my business partner Gary – let’s call him that at least – talked me around, explaining how it could be good for morale and keeping the troops motivated. ‘Now, listen, Steve,’ I’d told him, because that was Gary’s real name. ‘I don’t care if our space is so poorly optimised that the filing cupboard is bigger than the room with the desks in it! I just don’t see how we can justify hiring the best office interior design firm for businesses around…