An office building with a highway going through it.
When they moved me to the third-floor “Interchange Office,” I knew my days with the company were numbered. After a month of cars barrelling through my office at full speed, my nerves were shot. But the worst was the trucks — every so often one of the larger ones would clip the corner of my desk, and everything would go flying.
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englishman says:
Dec 21, 2005
not to mention the fumes…
ex-expat says:
Dec 22, 2005
When I lived in Japan, I used to look upon such and marvel how efficiently space was used…Now I just shudder.