Open-office spaces are the worst invention of the modern workplace. Whoever thought it was a good idea to remove all walls and shove us into one giant room clearly never worked in one. I can hear every phone call, every crinkling snack wrapper, and last week, someone’s entire “loud chewer” lunch experience. And don’t get me started on the guy who stands up and paces while on calls. He’s like a shark that never stops moving, except he’s circling my desk while discussing synergy.