Completely underground, with parkland above.

An entryway fountain that is filled with the blood of the billionaire owners. Each office is fitted with a guillotine for when new ownership takes over.

Scorched earth

Masturbating alcoves and cocaine slides.

The home (s) I live in and have been working from for 25+ years. Note that during that time I’ve travelled around the country, lived in multiple states and cities, have had many different employers and work when it’s convenient for me.

One long, never-ending hallway that you have to walk down all the way to the end, but people keep jumping out from corners that you cannot possibly see and asking you to do paperwork.

If you get fired, you have to start over from the beginning.

Suspicously like a Machine-shop. In my garage. Okay, maybe like 3-or-five-times-the-size of my garage, and family and friends can help/hangout … sometimes.