Most of the spaces are set up as cozy conversation areas. There is one space that I secretly covet. There will come a day that I leave the herd, trade in my laptop for a mojito and spend the afternoon sprawled on her garden chaise.
I fear that once I cross the line, once I succumb to the chaise, I will never be able to work in the moffice, again. I will just stumble to the chaise in two day old pajamas and lounge my life away. I'll yell obscenities at my moffice-mates. They will sigh and they will begin to say things like, "Remember when she used to shower?" and "What a shame."
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