You get really mad.
Hardly a week goes by without reports of raided offices, delicate finds, investigations, police, secret services, public prosecutors, scandals, pipapo.
It was Joe Biden's turn, it was about secret files, Donald Trump anyway (taxes and secret files), MEPs (gifts from Qatar), the AfD headquarters (donations), politicians from other parties and banks (cum-ex), technology -Nerds (cryptocurrency) and so on.
In Frankfurt, for example, you can hardly walk through the streets or ride a bicycle without a police convoy braking with screeching tires, blocking the entrance to a high-rise building and combing through rows and rows of floors.
How many offices are there?
Uwe Marx
Editor in Business.
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And yes, it does something to perfectly harmless, innocent, law-abiding office workers.
Every knock on the door makes you jump.
Are you coming for me now?
If the colleagues next door ask politely through the slit in the door about having lunch together in the canteen, you first have to inconspicuously remove your outstretched arms from the wall – after all, with this group approach, you reflexively prepared for a body search.
Only a quick and inconspicuous "Come immediately!" will help.
But don't forget to dab the sweat from your forehead.
At the same time, a certain defensive attitude sets in, which can be summed up as follows: Not in my office!
Because there is guaranteed to be nothing forbidden, disreputable or illegal to find.
We don't know what other people are hoarding in their offices, but no, you won't find anything here, guaranteed.
Or should we go through the drawers to be sure?
All files and folders in the computer?
The pile of old papers?
Well, let's just hope that all potential searchers in this city have a newspaper subscription, read these lines and – if they ever thought of it – save themselves the trip here.
There's nothing to get.
One less office.
In the Nine to Five column, different authors write about strange occurrences in the office and at the university.