Joe was hardly working. He was tucked away in his cubicle, protected by four walls of safety, away from the prying eyes of his colleagues. Every few minutes he would thrash the keys on his keyboard. It was unplugged, but gave an indication that he was a dedicated employee hard at work.

He began to daydream about the possibility of a free range, more open office environment. Is that actually better? All the drones would have their eyes on me; especially that little suck up, Nancy.

I’d better play some minesweeper to clear my mind. It’s almost quitting time.