Joyless humming expanse of open plan office space, human heads bent towards soundless computers, contained within a linearity that denies the human spirit any release. No waste bins or personalisation of work stations permitted. And definitely no art in case it's not to someone else's taste. Heaven forbid that unseemly passions should be stirred in the breasts of local authority workers - where on earth might that lead? Independent thought!? Swoon.
Performance management. Promoting Attendance Procedure. Uniform rows of grey lockers to store personal possessions and working documents at the end of each day. And oh, the misery of park and ride. Blank faces morning and evening herded like cattle to muffled milking stalls. Living the nightmare, and to think that only last week there was the Ionian Sea and Ouzo. Shh, don't tell - whoohoo! I don't know whether I loved this song because it was a youth anthem or that it shocked the adults around me so very, very much.
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