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When I was in school, I worked summers at a government physics lab in Batavia, Illinois. The physicists there had a problem that they'd be close to solving the mysteries of the universe in a blackboard discussion, leave for the evening with a big "DO NOT ERASE" on the board, and come back in the morning to a sparkling clean blackboard.

They discovered that the solution was to write "NO TOCAR" instead of "DO NOT ERASE".

Perhaps "No storage in this room" is not being understood by those responsible for finding a place to stash that stuff?

Hmmm.....

Esta cabina es no para el storage del junko!

I must say I agree Paul,
Even with my limited knowledge of Spanish.

There are a few general observations about places like this one:

- Management obviously isn't doing its' job;

- Architects always neglect space for storage, support, and maintenance purposes; and,

- The most importatn "utility" is the trash colector!

It has nothing to do with the language being used. A "person of clout" with a "Get this &%$ out of here" can get the point across regardless of any language barrier

I don't think it has much to do with the architect's own ideas either

It's all about the attitudes of the owners and the management, and $$$

Why would a building owner want to build an area with storage space when it can fetch a much higher lease rate by simply throwing some carpet on the floor, data/comm and power, and calling it office space?

$$$

We had a rail-head/store magazine containing many tons of HE. The 3 guys in there improvised an illegal secret camouflaged greenhouse in the glazed clerestory roof. All that summer, wonderful free fresh salads descended to the canteen- I ate some regularly, unwittingly implicated in the plot- I was told the stuff was excess from someone's garden. They had a secret ladder and watered it all from the fire hydrant. Eventually, a Safety Dept. guy saw tomato plants in grow-bags out of the window of a outbound factory double-decker bus one evening and the game was up! I sentenced them to a severe reprimand, (inwardly trying desperately not to laugh), the lowest possible sanction, and got my reward - one of the guy's wives was our Cook, and I got 2 rounds of free toast at breakfast for the rest of my stint there.
Actually, it turned out to be the loaf-ends, which usually went in the trash, but the thought was there!
Happy Days
Alan
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Around here a simple phone call to Fire Marshall would get that room clear quick.

Rob