In a ten-minute span at work today I witnessed:
1. A coworker practicing his chip shots with full, shoulder-high swings of a pitching wedge.
2. Another coworker doing her hair—with a hair dryer—at her desk.
We sit in an open-plan office. Both of these activities occurred within six feet of my seat while I tried to meet a Friday deadline for a client.
And one wonders why I pine for a door.