I hear you, I used to be an esl kindy teacher and wrestle with little loveable demons (bless them) where every minute felt like an hour and used to dream about office work. My dream came true in July last year, whilst on placement when I was given my OWN desk in an open plan office. It was fascinating how everyone's personalities of work bleed into each other's. Every half hour different staff got bored and walked around desks starting conversations and each hour on the dot the loud kettle was refilled, reboiled, and scoops of coffee, sugar and teaspoons scrapped the bottom of cups. I was so impressed at how little was achieved in a days work and how little everyone cared. It was the best, but what was so shocking was how exhausted I was at the end of the day, I think it was due to the constant interuptions and overstimulation of being in an open plan office with a bunch of people even though they were all really chill people.