Lonely Last Days in the Suburban Office Park
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Remember when "cubicle" was a curse word? I long for those days of some measure of privacy, personalization capability of a space, and greater probability of focusing (i.e., being left alone a little bit longer). Open offices suck, and white noise generators make me want to die, some days.
Sure, having your own office is better than a cubicle, but having a cubicle is much better than this awful dormitory- / prison yard-style of workspace we have now in offices. I can't believe "we have an open office design!" was once pumped as a selling point of a potential employer, like a factory farm slaughterhouse might sell their feces-covered lots by using a big salt lick with nails embedded in it.
These suburban office parks are the personification of the wasted potential of my 20s. I have recently been brought to tears from time to time thinking about those years and the wasted potential. (im 34 so not too long ago)
At the same time the look of these places also brings a kind of nostalgia since they are now slowly going away.
At this point in my life. I wish I was never exposed to the world these office parks exist in but who knows. Maybe in my 40s, I'll be crying about how much I missed those times.
You just need to find the right hiring managers. But the trick is, the ones who don't value that? Aren't the ones you want to work for anyway.