I remember the first time I walked into one of these offices - so stark, so modern-for-the-sake-of-modernity. So empty - long, bare tables with simple lights and lonely wall plugs. There is no "officey" warmth here. There are no family pictures. There are no stuffed animals; no indoor plants; no cheery pegboards.
I remember wondering if anyone could really feel at home here, among the polished concrete floors and woundingly sharp angles.
As I grew into this business, I went to more and more of the same place.
Now, I realize - the soul's in the people, not the place, and the constant surges of new blood (all practiced at the art of being The New Person In The Office) makes working in these empty shells as interesting as watching clouds in a stark blue sky.