This is where good ideas go to die. Any corporate whore would tell you they've wasted away countless hours in the confines of the often-windowless conference room. This one, my "home base," if you will, is an obvious exception to that. Even so, I've spent many clock-watching meetings here. Knowing that in 23 short days, my new conference room will be the local pub, is quite comforting.
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