"Manager approval for a taskbar?" Priya shouted.
"You can't move the taskbar."
"I… moved my taskbar, Helen. You can just—" move taskbar
"This is tyranny!" Marcus stood on his chair. Someone threw a stress ball.
"Good."
For the next three days, Elena’s taskbar stayed on the left. She caught herself tilting her head to read the time. Her muscle memory failed her when she reached for the bottom-right corner to show the desktop. But she adapted. Humans always adapt.
"Your taskbar," he said.
Why is it always at the bottom? she thought. Who decided that?