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At this, the halfway house, I thought I'd share another brief snippet from the book. The company I work for (AltFi) just moved into a shiny new shared workspace by the name of WeWork. Shared workspaces are vital organs within the world of disruptive technology - stuffed with innovators of every conceivable variety. This morning I walked past a glass-walled room in which a pretty whacky demo for house viewing via virutal reality headsets was taking place. There was a chihuahua standing by (not sure why).
There's a scene in Pimple which takes place in a shared workspace too. Here's a very brief excerpt. Hope you enjoy!
Elena moved slowly and uneasily towards the lifts. All around her were young men and women, wearing flannel shirts, or t-shirts with frayed jeans. There were lots of overgrown beards and more than a few pairs of trainers. The people that seemed to work here were all scruffy by design. The furnishing was of a distinctly hip variety. There were a lot of strangely shaped, colourful objects that were not seats but that were being used for seating. There were long, wooden tables and benches that looked to have been plucked from a Viking-age mead hall, and a large queue forming at a seriously overworked coffee machine.
Free craft beer was available on tap, which was a much-lauded feature of the premises. Of course, the cost of that beer had been worked into the cost of renting desk-space. And truth be told, there were very few people within the offices who chose to drink beer – craft or otherwise – in the middle of a working day.
What craft beer on tap really means is that the vast majority of a building’s inhabitants end up subsidising the drinking habits of a handful of office layabouts.
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