At last, some good from a bureaucratic definition!


It's the mid-1990s, and this company's graphic designers are finally moving from a tiny closet-sized space to a decent office, says a pilot fish on the scene.

"We were planning on ditching our old, clunky, typewriter-era desks and getting some that could accommodate our computers without having holes drilled in them for the wiring," fish says.

"Unfortunately, any desk decisions had to get the stamp of approval from the Interior Design office -- and those people were still stuck firmly in the age of the typewriter.

"We found a loophole, though: Any furniture with wheels on it was officially classified as a 'cart,' not a desk. And we could get as many 'carts' as we wanted without having to get a signoff from Interior Design.

"Pretty soon we had an office with all of our workstations and servers housed on lovely, purpose-built, modern 'carts.'

"This was even more useful a few years down the road when we were moved to an even bigger office. We simply unplugged the network and power cords and rolled everything down the hallway. Our downtime for the move was measured in minutes."

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