I didn’t know just how bad it had become until this week’s professional intervention. No kidding.

I can see you now. Not to mention the train schedule, our television, and my coworkers from across the room.

I don’t have to sit in the laps of random 60-year-old engineers to have a conversation anymore.

HR’s relieved, to say the least. Myself, a titch disappointed.

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Getting my groove back. Watch this space.