Shift work: the standing desk disco

Behold! - the standing desk disco.

Make shift, you shifty workers

What the fuck is it? Yeah, good question. And I couldn't really tell you. This is just something I happened upon today somewhere in deepest, darkest east London. What's the world coming to, eh? But let's consider this a moment. This ... proposition, as I believe the "creatives" call these things. You can apparently go into this place tomorrow (15 November) and hire out some desk space. Standing ones - no chairs will be provided, it seems. But don't worry, your legs won't get tired because there'll be ... live DJs! Yes, just what everyone needs when they're working - someone beat-matching techno bangers, throwing out a few soulful deep house tunes, raising the tempo during the post-lunch slump with a clutch of drum and bass foot-tappers. Hmm. What a sourpuss I'm being. Maybe music in the workplace is exactly what's needed. A worker's playtime vibe. Music pumped onto the assembly line to anaesthetise the factory hands against the deadly tedium of what they're actually doing all day. Let's get the radio on in the office! A bit of Radio 1 - like it was back in the glory days of the 1970s. Er .... no. I'm not totally against a music-while-you-work approach, and I'll regularly stick on a bit of music at home if I'm unfortunate enough to be working in my "own time". But this contrived arrangement of renting out a place complete with DJs seemingly brought in just to annoy you, is ... unfathomable. Unfathomably bad. The jollified flip-chart notice (yeah, a very office-ish touch) is probably telling you all you need to know about this curiously uninviting invite. There's free coffee (wow), free lunch (there's er, no such thing) and the chair-less desks are "make-shift", not makeshift. Personally, I think I'm going to down tools. Work to rule then stage a walk-out. Never mind the make-shift desks - instead, make-haste. And get the hell out of the standing desk disco. 

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