Office Space

24 Nov 2004

·Mervyn

Office space The day’s gone by and still no glory. Why do we do this? Day in, day out. Why do we sit in our diamond cubicles, typing, reading and never speaking? Is it not true life we seek to live? Hopes and dreams of retiring in the sun and yet, we remain airconditioned. Office space... Is this all necessary?

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