I'm not sure why this lady is blaming Google for this, I guess we're all supposed to hop on the bandwagon here. DAMN YOU GOOGLE! DAMN YOU! 
After nine years as a senior writer, I was forced to trade in my private office for a seat at a long, shared table. It felt like my boss had ripped off my clothes and left me standing in my skivvies. Our new, modern Tribeca office was beautifully airy, and yet remarkably oppressive.
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