In other news, the boss has decided that what we need in our room is a LIVING WALL. I always thought a LIVING WALL was a hideous melange of stitched-together body parts, howling in rage and torment as it lashed out at you with a variety of viciously clawed appendages, but apparently not - it's a series of 3ft square bits of plastic vegetation, so I don't really see what's living about it, unless it comes to life at night and skips about the office performing routine maintenance tasks if you leave a bowl of milk out for it or summat.
Sounds like Prax panels except the whole plastic part. If you think plastic office plants are depressing, wait till you see those plastic plants covered in a thin layer of dust from neglect.
Patrick Curtin wrote:
That'll be what gets us: pinkeye + zika virus = zombies.