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  • A coworker snuck an air-hockey table and a lava lamp into the office yesterday. The managers glared. Someone called her an idiot..."she's a brilliant idiot."

    It would be banished. But, my ideal work place *would* allow air-hockey tables. We would have tournaments during lunch. No one would complain about the banging sounds - they would come cheer.

    An air-hockey table, even just it's presence, in the office would make this space - somehow - a little more bearable. Couldn't we just look at the table - or even use it to eat on?!

    But this is a "professional" place (as though "professional" implies no fun or personality). It only lasted one game. One person complained. The managers glared harder and the whole thing had to go. Immediately.

    I walked behind a bitter woman today. She said, "That thing's gone? Good!" As though it had threatened her. It made me want to sneak in paint-ball guns tomorrow.
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