We’re all on the lookout for a flexible workspace these days. Somewhere you can just sit down, maybe order a latte, open your laptop and, I don’t know, edit a podcast or grow a hipster beard or something.
The other day, while exploring an area I hadn’t visited before down in the sub-basement of the 1930s part of the building at work, I found an excellent flexible workspace and wanted to share my find with you. Here it is.
As you can see, it’s pleasingly raised above the general floor level, offering a sense of superiority and a view over all the people working nearby (or water heating machinery; I think it was mostly water heating machinery and sewage pipes you could see from here). It also has many useful features:
- A light, so the workspace has excellent all-over lighting levels
- A railing, so it’s very safe
- A calming white/grey colour scheme
- A red pipe
Obviously I’m claiming first dibs on this, and will be moving in there first thing Monday with my laptop to grow a podcast and edit my beard. But if you want to book a slot yourself, just get in touch.
18 comments on “Flexible workspace”
This reminds me of Office II, back in the good old days when nobody had kids or money and all we did was hang about outside a lift looking at Onion Hags.
Also, is the wall a hologram? Have you checked?
I mean, its not a patch on Miggins’ gaff, but if we’re ruling that out now on moral (anti otter hunting) grounds then I suppose this will have to do.
The wall is not a hologram. I can confirm, having ascended the staircase, that the wall is 100% made of wall.
That’s a shame. There could have been prime booty hiding behind that wall. Have you tried searching for secret buttons to reveal hidden passageways?
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I have not tried, no. I have a lot of podcasts to edit over here. This is a flexible workspace, not a flexible hide and seekspace.
Could you not edge your cheeks backwards whilst you’re editing (not edging) your podcasts to see if your bum presses any secret brick buttons?
Could the wall just be a projection by your mind to stop you seeing the very real horrors on the ‘other side’?
That’s a first, Chris having horrors of the mind. Given that his idea of heaven was cups of tea in a quiet place, his idea of horror would be a kettle with no plug and children screaming, “WIGS!” in his ears every thirty seconds.
If the wall is just a projection by my mind, how did I photograph it?
Your mind projected the wall onto the wall and then you photographed it. Using your mind.
I’ve now visited the flexible workspace again, this time edging my ass carefully towards it, and I can report that the wall is not a projection by my mind because it is resistant to incursions by ass cheeks.
Oh, that’s a shame. No booty for you. You’ll have to go plundering elsewhere.
Also cheeks.
Also incursions by ass cheeks sounds like an album and band I would listen to.
It’s a shame in some ways, but very reassuring in others, because I don’t really want my mind to be projecting non-existent walls into the air. I want my brain, and my mind, and indeed my ass cheeks, to behave according to the laws of physics, as far as possible.
When have your ass cheeks ever behaved according to the laws of physics?
Unless you have evidence to the contrary, I would ask you not to libel my sweet ass or its innocent cheeks.
(Ewww.)
That’s disgusting. Why would you say that? You kiss your hot girlfriend with that mouth? Eugh, it’s people like you that really make me wonder why more flavours of pasties don’t exist.
They don’t exist because we don’t deserve them.
And by “we”, I mean both myself and my sweet ass.