Corporate

The long intimidating unending cold corridor lined on both sides with art (interpreted as weird shapes in loud colours and priced ludicrously).
The uncarpeted marble or glass floor.
The muted lights reflecting off the floor.
The tall white people – mostly men over 6’ tall and an occasional woman - in suits – dark coloured ones – black, grey, pin-striped.
The echo of the heels of their designer corporate shoes (probably Gucci or Prada) clattering in a purposeful advancing rhythm.
The laptops carried under the arms, the sheafs of papers and note pads in folders resting in the crook of the elbow.
The motion sensor doors in front opening automatically so that the suits can continue without breaking a stride.
Pulling out access cards that open glass barriers.
The voluminous elevators that zip one up a 100 floors in less than 2 minutes.
The hushed conversations in foreign accents discussing world economics and politics.
The huge conference rooms with more art hanging gloomily around.
The geometrical precision of the placement of pens, papers, water and of course complimentary chocolates.
The overhead projectors hanging. The myriad hi tech equipment which almost no one attending a meeting knows how to use.
The ominous odour coming from the adjoining smoking room.
The high level (normally utterly unproductive) delegations that normally are good excuses for not working.
The complimentary gifts – pens, shawls, books, mementos, bags at the end of such sessions. The best proof of social engineering which can be evidenced in such situations.
The drawling presentations, the pointed but utterly meaningless questions.
The evening get together for drinks and dinner at an exclusive hotel. The deals that get made – both on and off the record.
The late nights (either partying or preparing presentations for the event which lead to the partying).

This was my idea of the corporate world. And I was not so far off the mark either!!!