I have conversations with people in rooms that look similar to mine, read messages from people on a glowing screen, and occasionally listen to words coming out of a plastic stick I place up to my ear. At times I will sit with more than one person in a larger room and exchange information. I then spend time in my room trying to interpret what the words I have heard or read really mean, and to try to read the mind of the transmitter to divine what they true goals are because many times they are not clear themselves. I feel a little like Carnac on Johnny Carson. I then tell other people who have their own jobs that the can explain poorly, what my interpretation determined and what I feel they need to do. If I have interpreted correctly, nothing much happens. If I have interpreted incorrectly, I may get to spend time in another room with a person who has power over me and listen to them tell me that my interpretation was stupid and to learn to interpret better or else. We enjoy being taken for granted unlike other groups in our workspace. If we did not, we would need to take ourselves out back to the woodshed and beat ourselves to the point of death with a wooden mallet due to the soul numbing joy we do not feel for our efforts, since no one understands what we do even when we try to explain our job well.