What, the old fart didn’t have his own couch in his office?
Nah, Mr. G. was very old-school. He would have gone home to nap. 
I remember a story about someone who’d put his head down on his desk for a bit then by some sixth sense got the urge to raise it instants before the boss stopped by. They talked for a couple minutes about something then after the boss left, the guy got up to splash some water on his face in the restroom.
A paper reinforcement ring was stuck on his forehead.
In the corporate headquarters building (built in the 60s), they had special separate rooms near the restroom with several sofas for women. Some smaller restrooms had a small closet-like space off the “lobby” section with one sofa. I’m not sure what the stated reason was…women are weak? they’re for those “times of the month?” But they were a lifesaver for me when my undiagnosed migraines started getting really bad.
Eventually, the separate rooms became open to everybody (the ones inside the actual restrooms didn’t, of course). Then, they went away altogether when the building was re-organized into an open landscape office.
I really missed those rooms.
In NYC, 666 Fifth Avenue is a major office building, and was home to Doubleday Books until 1992. Their religious book division used a 52nd Street address (the side of the building) to avoid problems.
Isn’t this the building the Jared Kushner overpaid for and was saved by Trump winning the presidency and getting the Saudis to pay off his balloon payment?
They had this at a place where I worked in the 90s. There was some kind of flood in one of the lady’s rooms and they had to take everything out to make repairs. There was some kind of cabinet with a fancy mirror and a couple of couches and a cushy chair. We joked about it all day. The men were dumbfounded and the women were very amused that the “secret” got out.
Yes.
I was about to post this, since maybe the address is actually appropriate (you know, the whole number of the beast thing).
It’s owned by the Kushner Companies. Last I heard, they’d leased out the building in its entirety to a huge real estate company, so all Kushner has to do is sit back and collect the checks. And, of course, pay off his Saudi loan sharks.
I had a total at a place where I was buying lunch with a friend, who was also Jewish. The cashier took the occasion as an excuse to try to sell me some other stuff in order to change the total. I made a smart remark, but I don’t remember what it was.
I haven’t been to a university yet that didn’t have a lounge full of couches where people napped.
Once I had an interpreting gig out of town that, on Tues & Thurs, involved a 90 min. class from 8-9:30am, then another class from 4:30-6:30. I got reimbursed for gas and paid for time-in-transit to the college where the classes were, but just once-- in other words, if I’d driven home at 9:30, and come back at 4:30, I wouldn’t have gotten paid again, and it was an hour drive.
Of course, this school had a room with couches where I could catch a nap. And I did. For a while, I napped in my car, but once it got to warm to do so without running the car for the AC, I slept on one of the couches. I mean, I had to get up at 5:30am, and didn’t get home until 7:30pm, at which time, I had stuff to do.
Eventually, I started bringing stuff from home to do, like bills-- even laundry. But I was 23, and didn’t have the discipline to get up at 5:30 on the days I didn’t have to.
When I started getting my medical care at UNC Healthcare I was assigned an account number that included “666” in the middle. I joked with a friend, “how did they know?”
At the Memorial Union at UW Madison one of the women’s restrooms had a separate room with chairs and little elegant tables in front of mirrors and couches. It made me feel much classier than I am.
He should’ve woken up and said “Please to meet you. I’m Josh Day from Marketing. honored to meet you!”
(where “Josh Day” is the name of napping co-worker’s nemesis)
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I’ve had the same cellphone number… which includes five sixes, three of which are in a row!
Yeah, I’ve been calling you. I’d like to sell my soul, but I need to know if I can get cash up front. Last demon I dealt with wanted to give me iTunes gift cards.
The little room with the classy chairs still smells like the restroom it’s next to.
Five sixes not including area code requires at least three in a row (at least in the US and Canada).
66x-66x6.
Call me. 66x-x666. When I give the number to someone, say my mechanic, I get a weird look about a third of the time.
I know someone whose phone number is (area code)-(exchange)-6666.
sweet!
The Line Number Of The Beast.