Once upon a time, I worked for a certain now-defunct investment bank. And for some reason, they assigned this lowly intern to one of those glass offices with a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking Times Square. The senior vice presidents crammed into their cubicles on my floor were not too happy about this. I was not so happy about this either, primarily because my glass office was about 15 degrees cooler than the rest of the over-airconditioned floor. I shivered in my suit jacket on “casual” Fridays in July in New York.
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