Returning to expanded spaces
CSNY got it right, ages ago, with their song “Almost Cut My Hair”. Now, this doesn’t apply to me, because I don’t get that urge, but my neighbour up the way has posted his adventures with scissors. Not just him, the kids too. I wonder why. I mean, it’s not warm outside, yet. Seems like a few weeks of added plumage would be harmless. I never did anything like that (with my kids). They did it to themselves, on several occasions. Memorable results. I am glad that they all seem to have outgrown the urge to let the fibres fall.
In today’s pile of non-news articles, an essay about how the average office is going to have to change. Social distancing, etc. I no longer have to consider this vital aspect of a daily routine, but I did survive the loss of personal space along the way. My first, real office was about the size of a large storage room, with three people in close proximity. We survived, but other commented that we were made of sturdier mettle than they.
Next location: huge. The size of a small home, all for me. My desk was old-school. Huge. I had a telephone, and windows. In fact, when the trend to packing us in came back, my boss got my space, and desk. No big deal. I went into another room (again, the size of a small home), and as new members joined the team, their desk and cubicle furniture was simply shoehorned in. To the point where things got a bit ridiculous. HR had to measure, to see how many norms we no longer respected.
And now, moving forward, companies are going to have to add real estate. As well as cough screens. I am so glad to be out of that world.
