The Thermal Tyranny of the Open Office: Why Comfort is an Illusion
The Thermal Tyranny of the Open Office: Why Comfort is an Illusion The sun, relentless and sharp, sliced through the floor-to-ceiling glass, turning Liam’s monitor into a mirror and his neck into a slow-cooked cut of meat. Sweat beaded on his upper lip, clinging with the tenacity of a bad idea. Thirty-six feet away, near…