Adam Swift

Feb 3, 2020

4 min read

Walk, Don’t Scroll

This is not a complaint about my job. It’s about my office; the actual physical space in which I am consigned to do my job. My office has no windows. It does have a door, in case I feel like locking myself inside the office with no windows to intensify that sitting in a dark closet feeling.

It’s not that I’m an outlier in this. Outside the top two or three people in the organization, no one has a window. Well, there is the one office that four people share, that has a small glass-covered opening like something furtively chipped out a cell in Alcatraz. Still, all the other coworkers will gather…