Looks like an Edward Hopper painting.

I'm not saying I'd want to spend a lot of time there, but I love the clean, sparse look.

Complete with a zombie.

She is meditating on Ayn Rand, The Virtue of Selfishness and how they relate to glass ceilings.

Of a whole lot of nothing. Gee, I hope it hasn't been ruined with an update.

That's Mary Wright, Russel Wright's wife.

She would die three years later at the age of 47 (according to her obituary in the New York Times, "after a long illness"). She was a published author and businesswomen, and - again according to her obituary - "Founder and Secretary of America Designs, Inc."

The fake flowers don't even soften the harsh, dreary effect. You'd expect at a minimum one of those clocks that have hands but no numbers on the wall above. One wonders where such spartan design ideas came from after the lovely interiors of the 1920's--I think it started with Art Deco.

[Those are something like rhododendron leaves, and they're real. Russel Wright and his pottery were pioneers of modernism in housewares and furnishings. In color you would see a lot of "blond" wood. - Dave]

I had no idea they had recessed lighting in the 1940's. It's very modern looking even today.

How about Never. Does Never work for you?

It's not as bad as it looks. She has all sorts of personal needs stuff on her side of the counter, where there are shelves and drawers.

Clients and customers are just an annoyance taking up a small part of her rich day.

She turns into an ashtray.

She activates when a client approaches the counter, then shuts down afterward to conserve power.

If he had been a filmmaker, he would've been Hitchcock.

Must of had a high turnover of people.

in color. But I don't think so.

That poor woman looks like a mannequin straight out of 'The House of Wax'. What a cold, lifeless place to spend your day.

Severe design with severe reception.