That's me over in the corner, doing what I do. I've got my backpack and coffee on the right, and a sweater and a book on the left. Sitting to my right is Jim, a networking guy extraordinaire, and on his right you can see Scott Kennedy's (our fearless leader) knees. The population of the Beanbag Room in this photo is four people, which is a light load.
As you can see, I've stategically placed myself on a beanbag over in the corner, next to Beanbag Mountain. This is a simple yet essential trick to ensure that I don't have others being nosy neighbors. After all, Robert Frost was right (good fences making good neighbors, and all that), and I like to do things to keep honest people honest whenever I can. My philosophy on this matter was inherited via the Collective Unconsciousness, and I am far from being alone in this way of thinking. It's not that anyone has anything to hide, it's just a subliminal need for a little privacy (except for the gent under the cam -- you can see his laptop screen in the lower portion of the image -- who didn't know about the new office cam until about twenty minutes ago and has since moved). I think. When in Rome...
It's actually not that uncomfortable, except for four things:
As an added bonus, I've also set up a quick-and-dirty email beanbag color bounceback process. Simply send mail to firstname.lastname@example.org and you'll get a message back stating the color of my beanbag du jour. Fun stuff, no?
Well, the beanbag room is gone -- as are the beanbags. I now spend my days in ergonomically incorrect office furniture which is older than me, in a building older than me, at a university in California. I have a lot of really fast computers at my disposal, so any anachronistic proclivities are well taken care of.
You can still send email to the address above, but you won't find out what beanbag color today is.
The beanbag room is back! Check it out. They aren't the same kind of beanbags, and they aren't at the same company or even in the same state, but they are beanbags in a workplace environment and therefore count for inclusion on this long-dead page that nobody ever sees.
I've update the email bounceback as a result of this newfound beanbaggery.