Phones and Clouds

I recall when working in a recently (partially) privatised government department that the IT department manager's two young children come into work one day.

These were good kids, also very bright. They ran around good naturedly exploring the cubical-scape we all worked in.

In the middle of the floor was a whiteboard we never used and they managed to find some whiteboard markers that worked (I have no idea how � I never could).

The picture they drew was quite simple. It was a field of telephones. All the telephones were ringing. In the top left hand corner there was an extra large telephone in a cloud. An arrow pointed into the cloud, labelled 'My dad'.

Beside each and every telephone, even Dad's, was a sad face. How would a child draw your workplace?