Aside from maybe six years, I've worked in a home office for my entire adult life. There are many reasons for this. I don't play well with others. I prefer canines to humans. And I panic at the sight of an OC Transpo bus. Generally, I find office occupados to be curious creatures who take on odd characteristics once they leave the safety of their homes. They eat meals out of tins and cardboard. They decorate their cubicles as if they were still in their college dorms with puppy photos, fake plants and odd hanging things like dreamcatchers (as if!) and cheap trinkets from far flung places. Office workers engage in seriously weird chitchat that would find them shunned in any self-respecting bar. They'll chatter on endlessly about their medical issues, flaky feet and hair habits. And they almost always seem to look forward to medical procedures and dental surgery. I found the bosses were the funniest. The male bosses were usually drunks who would disappear at...
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