[. . .] many contemporary writers are notably silent about a key area of our lives: our work. If a proverbial alien landed on earth and tried to figure out what human beings did with their time simply on the evidence of the literature sections of a typical bookstore, he or she would come away thinking that we devote ourselves almost exclusively to leading complex relationships, squabbling with our parents, and occasionally murdering people. What is too often missing is what we really get up to outside of catching up on sleep, which is going to work at the office, store, or factory.
Alain de Botton argues the time is ripe for for an ambitious new "literature of the office."
Meanwhile I'll ask my colleagues if anybody has given a thought to describing the life and times of an instructional designer.
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