{"id":51,"date":"2005-09-07T10:09:17","date_gmt":"2005-09-07T08:09:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.moonbug.org\/log\/2005\/09\/07\/weirdness-in-the-workplace\/"},"modified":"2005-09-07T12:44:41","modified_gmt":"2005-09-07T10:44:41","slug":"weirdness-in-the-workplace","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.moonbug.org\/log\/2005\/09\/07\/weirdness-in-the-workplace\/","title":{"rendered":"Weirdness In The Workplace"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It occurred to me recently that, in my 12 years of working for various companies, there&#8217;s always been something weird about their physical location.<\/p>\n<p>1993 &#8211; 1996: a building <em>which used to be a snack-bar<\/em>, situated right on the border between Belgium and France. You took a step to the right: in France. Step to the left: in Belgium.<\/p>\n<p>1996 &#8211; 2004: a building situated alongside a provincial road which was literally riddled with second-hand car businesses. A steady stream of Polish, Czech and Albanian buyers would parade past our drive-up with their huge pickup trucks, park in front of it, come into the office to ask if by chance we sold Lamborghini&#8217;s, and there was the odd neanderthal who would defecate on the driveway. In full daylight. In full view of our surveillance camera&#8217;s. The building itself, incidently, used to be a car dealership.<\/p>\n<p>2004 &#8211; present: a building located close to a cookie factory and &#8211; I kid you not &#8211; a horse manure recycling company. One day I&#8217;ll be arriving at work with the sweet smell of buttercookies gently curving its way into my nose, the next day it&#8217;ll be horse manure &#8212; whichever way the wind blows.<\/p>\n<p>Can&#8217;t help but wonder what&#8217;s next&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It occurred to me recently that, in my 12 years of working for various companies, there&#8217;s always been something weird about their physical location. 1993 &#8211; 1996: a building which used to be a snack-bar, situated right on the border between Belgium and France. You took a step to the right: in France. Step to [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true},"categories":[10,5],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.moonbug.org\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.moonbug.org\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.moonbug.org\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.moonbug.org\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.moonbug.org\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=51"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.moonbug.org\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.moonbug.org\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=51"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.moonbug.org\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=51"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.moonbug.org\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=51"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}