What happens is that we develop a symbiotic relationship with the building. We keep the room clean and make sure that nothing is going on down there that shouldn't be, and we will take first crack at telephony issues they might have. Sometimes this may be an actual downed line, other times it may simply be them consulting us as to which cables on a renovated floor to cut. In return, we have a place to hang our tools and somewhere that we can conduct business from. It also gives us a place where we can eat our lunches, program cards and do maintainence on our tools, the latter of which is very important in my opinion.
The thing is, only craft ever comes down here, and so when you've been there for a while, away from management eyes, the room itself starts to develop an identity of its own. We have dialtones, a locker where we keep smartjacks, cards, testing units, housings, transformers, scotchlocks, tiewraps and everything a growing tech needs to do his job out in the field. However, we also have a TV with cable, VCR and DVD, we have a dartboard, a card table, a shitload of books, a refrigerator (which is pretty much only used for condiments and to keep our bottled water cold), a microwave, internet access... it's very comfortable down here. It's primary function is as a workplace. But I've worked out of this building for a combined total of five years now, and it has become a place of comfort and familiarity. It gets a little hot here in the summertime, but nevertheless this is a place where I can feel pretty safe and it is very convenient. Right now, it is nice to be able to finish up my work after a hectic day somewhere that allows me this level of relaxation.
And for my new icon...
Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father.
Prepare to die.
Now, offer me money.
Power too. Promise me that.
Offer me everything I ask for.
I WANT MY FATHER BACK, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!
Yes, I now have two icons of the same actor, albeit very, very different roles.