Workstation and playground in Zurich West
There are two foosball tables and a ping pong table just a few meters away from my new workstation. This playground is called the Play Zone at local.ch. Foosball isn’t new to my breaks, so it doesn’t seem quite so exciting (yes, I’m spoiled), but ping pong: highly addictive! A friendly game can quickly turn into a bitter death match. And when I return to my workstation a quarter of an hour later, I’m all red-faced and out of breath.
Tim Luternauer has been a web consultant with local.ch since May 2012 and creates search engine optimised websites for SMEs in German-speaking Switzerland. One of his latest projects is hd-holzbau-gstaad.ch. In his first blog post for local.ch, he talks about his experience of the move from Konradstrasse to his new work place in Förrlibuckstrasse 60/62, Zurich.
Not all of my colleagues enjoy these extensive breaks. This was brought home to me when I realised that it’s always the same ones playing, while others look shyly across the playground. But I’m convinced that this is THE best way to free your mind of work and set your inner child free. Live in the moment – just you, the ball and your opponent. Give your mind a break from all that multitasking, which never really works anyway.
Encounters in open space
It’s quite a transition, moving from a small, cosy office to a huge open-plan work place. 149 colleagues working together on the same floor – obviously, there’s a lot more interaction. What might start off with a harmless glance can lead to the crossing of paths, then a nod in passing, and finally a quick chat in the cafeteria. This process of interaction is encouraged by the architecture: the front of each office is separated from the corridors by a pane of glass, if at all. Though I have to admit that I feel slightly embarrassed when I catch myself looking through the glass a bit too long, as if I’m peeking into a stranger’s living room on a late-night walk.
Identified for life
In the midst of a big change, it’s sometimes the little things that you have to get used to the most. Like the little card attached to my waistband on a cord. The first time I had my badge on, I noticed other men on the tram that were also on their way home from work and still wore their ID cards on their trousers. As I sat in the tram I really appreciated the fact that Mr. Eichenberger worked in accounts and used to have hair (I’m allowed to make that joke). So if you happen to see me hanging out on the tram with my badge on, you have my blessing to make fun of me.












