Depends on which workspace. My favourite workplace (although you would have to shoot me before I work there again) is the bindery. Oh man. Slave labour:
They had a weird elevator cage up in the attic. We interns were sent up there to "get the fucking dead birds out of there--they're gonna stink up the place!"
"Hey, kids! Wash your hands in me!" What you can't see is the wire mesh above, where pigeons roost and periodically tear things apart and lay eggs and also die.