suddenly having an actually fond memory of the old job, where cell service was literally only good enough to use if i was standing in a specific doorway leading to an emergency exit. used to call it the Magic Doorway and I'd constantly spot my coworkers standing in it to check their Facebooks. (Not that I cared as long as they kept the volume low, so I wouldn't get constantly blasted with the chorus of "A-B-C-D-E-F-U")