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bad ass office

bitchiekittie

14:40 / 22.02.02

I know this has been done before, but I have to go on about how very unique my office is

the building is a converted warehouse. nothing really new in itself - its the new thing to do, around here, anyway. but they people who were re-doing the place left a lot of the original stuff in - the original windows, battered floorboards covered in a shine. its fucking cool

theres an sexy little art gallery, a tiny theatre, a pottery place (make and sell, you can even take lessons), and on the other side a full gym. the kitchen of a local bakery, so bread smells are all around every day

mmmmm

Captain Zoom

14:58 / 22.02.02

My office is a small corner of my apartment that's covered in all my crap.

I love it too.

Zoom.

grant

18:03 / 22.02.02

Last week, a warehouse in Delray.

This week, a huge-ass former IBM building designed by the folks who did the Pentagon. The hall outside the newsroom is over 150 yds long.

Culture shock. I like having running water though. And toilets that aren't in a trailer.

Elijah, Freelance Rabbi

19:22 / 22.02.02

im surrounded by chest high walls and chattering supposed tech people

i want to die, and take them all with me

Ofermod

20:17 / 22.02.02

I'm 24 floors up and sitting at my desk I face out the window looking over uptown New Orleans and the Mississippi river. I can actually see my house from here.

During the summer when the thunderstorms are almost daily work stops as we ooh and ah at the best light show in the world. The sunsets are nice, too.

Plus during Mardi Gras I can watch the parades as they make their way down St. Charles and in the fall they have concerts in the park directly below.

And there's a smooshy cow which guards my computer.

w1rebaby

09:25 / 23.02.02

My office is a huge open-plan hundred-person wilderness, one quarter of the top floor of a rat-and-pigeon-infested building designed in the sixties by BP presumably for the set of Alphaville and now, inexplicably, listed, pour encourager les autres.

There is nothing around for miles, literally. The closest shop is a petrol station twenty minutes' walk away. The canteen closes at 4pm every day. There are no fridges, kettles or microwaves due to "electrical safety regulations", so one cannot bring coffee or food in. This results in all staff being effectively institutionalised.

Getting to it requires a journey to and from the local station, a piss-stained concrete bunker also from the sixties and also, inexplicably, listed. Either that or a drive through north-east London and Essex's finest motorways.

iratescottishgit

12:24 / 23.02.02

whilst at work I live in a small cubicle some 6 feet wide and 8 feet long and stare at blank walls and a coputer screen.....nice huh?

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