Narrow Escape From The Bullpen
I may have narrowly escaped getting thrown into a bullpen - a many, many person shared cube - because I called it like it is:
First, my productivity would go to shit. I can’t concentrate when there are a bunch of other people sitting in the same room. I don’t care how quiet it is; the fact they’re there is distracting.
Second, it’s psychologically problematic for me. Seriously. Just thinking about sitting in a room with a bunch of people all day makes my blood pressure go up. I don’t think I’m necessarily anthropophobic or agoraphobic or anything, but I do feel pretty traumatized to be forced into a large, shared environment. If I was in jail, I’d probably ask for solitary confinement.
Anyway, crisis averted for the time being.