Work used to be brilliant easy-going fun before it was taken over by computers. The junior executive who sat at this important front desk was never hypnotised by a computer screen nor nagged by millions of emails. All he had was his name card and an ashtray.
There were phones and typewriters and in-trays lying around but, in these days of shockingly sexist attitudes, there were generally secretaries who handled all that sort of stuff.
You could push the desks back here and have a decent game of five-a-side.