The Doors of the Seattle Pacific Medical Center

Every desk i had seen in that office was the same, all made from doors. A short man, basos, was wearing pressed khaki pants and a crisp blue oxford shirt. He laughed the way that barney rubble laughs on the flintstones. It's like this building. We barely have room to turn around in it, but it's cheap. I've held out as long as i can, but even i admit that we need more space. Now, we just signed a lease on what used to be the seattle pacific medical center.