Aphaia

The Shed of Unspeakableness

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Although I’ve now finished with the job, there are still some bizarre things that I would like to share.  Starting with the fact that during all the time I was working there no-one could explain why there was a rather large red shed plonked in the middle of the open-plan office.

The shed had maps of various parts of the UK pinned to it, and inside a Fussball table and a lot of boxes.  For the first couple of weeks I was there, it was locked – but it seems to be only lockable from the inside.  The only thing I can think of is that a demented executive lost the plot and decided to give up life within the confines of the shed.

Then it was open one day – and since there was no strange smells – I think it safe to assume that no-one had used the shed for a final resting place.

The funniest thing was that everyone I asked as to why there was a shed in the office, all acted really skittishly – just generally rather paranoid – plus they all sort of froze and twitched while they talked about it…

I wonder how many Christmas parties will end up in it… its far more innovative than a photocopier (actually maybe that is it – people have used for non-office purposes…)

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One thought on “The Shed of Unspeakableness

  1. I’m starting to wonder about your choice of employment. Although quite intriguing. You must tell me one day what it was.

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