I think I'd rather commit seppuku or eat Tide pods than work in an open office as described. Hopefully there is an eighth circle of hell in the afterlife reser

I think I'd rather commit seppuku or eat Tide pods than work in an open office as described. Hopefully there is an eighth circle of hell in the afterlife reserved for management that inflicts such things on their workforce, full of gibbering, odoriferous, chronically sneezing demons that will pelt them with whiteboard markers and constantly ask for TPS reports.