The person who invented the open-floor-plan office deserves each and every one of life’s misfortunes. This also applies to the person who decides to eat trail mix in an open-floor-plan office. There is a time and a place for crunching, and three p.m. on a Thursday during literal crunch time is not ideal, Karen. And while my trail mix, chock-full of nuts, dried fruit, and chocolate, may be hard to resist, it’s certainly more appreciated on a hike, during a walk through the park, or post–Barry’s Bootcamp when your cringeworthy chewing noises can be masked by chirping birds and babbling brooks. Thank you in advance for attempting to not be an awful human.