Empty Offices

I’ve spent a good deal of time at my place of work this past month: rather more than I would have liked, to be honest. There’s not much one could say in favour of working on weekends, except that there’s a certain something about the atmosphere of a deserted office (or of any normally busy place fallen temporarily silent) that appeals to me. When I was here the Sunday morning before last, almost alone, I took a few pictures of the place…

There is always someone somewhere in the building: it’s a 24 / 7 / 365 operation, and this was one of only a very few occasions when I can recall having seen it so quiet. The first picture, top-left above, is a deliberately-blurred shot of my computer monitor. The next two pictures are both views from the desk where I sit, and the remaining image above is of a meeting-area elsewhere in the building.

The four pictures above highlight the split-level, semicircular aspect of the building, which, I would have to admit, is probably the pleasantest place of work I have known in my not especially illustrious career. The first two pictures below are of the office where I first sat when I worked here: some reorganization has left it temporarily empty, seemingly doubly-deserted on a Sunday morning. Lastly, below, are two close-ups of a small bronze sculpture in a window in the building’s reception-area.

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