The truth about the office

We need to understand why people hate it so much.

When I was a teenager and still lived at home with my mother, she would periodically burst through my bedroom door to collect dirty laundry, survey the grim scene before me and say, “You need to tidy up in here” or some variation. Week after week, it would be the same. Maybe some weeks I’d show willing by moving a stack of pop magazines from one corner …