De qué hablo cuando hablo de correr...

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

When I worked at BT we used to have a room at the top of the building with long wooden beds were you could grab a few zzzzzzzzs. Those were the days.

We have a large indoor terrace at work with about a dozen three-seater couches where you supposedly can sit and have lunch, hold informal meetings etc. At lunch times however you generally find all of them occupied by a dozen prone people all asleep.

Such is the down-trodden morale of the place at the moment that no-one takes offence and they are left in peace. I sometimes swap their shoes.