Broken monitors, helpful colleagues — and a poker face as a professional imperative.
I had to go into the office in London yesterday.
The idea of going in is to make sure I stay in touch and have personal interactions with my colleagues.
When I got to my desk, a guy down at the end of the row was dialling into a team call.
“Morning,” the guy sitting across from me said to his screen, also di…
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