I downloaded the Heytell app at work and let me preface it by telling you a little about our cubes…they’re like half cubes. The Sydney office followed the Minneapolis layout, but decided since the added height didn’t really cut down noise level they would keep them shorter so it’d be easier to see who was available without walking through a labyrinth….I’m on the second floor which is unusually quiet. So much so that I sometimes feel like I’m making a ruckus whenever I eat a handful of almonds. The Heytell app finishes downloading and when I tap the icon it’s Allison’s sweet voice booming a broadcast of I Love You’s and explaining Heytell directions to me and the entire second floor. I automatically thumb the silence switch, but it’s already down. My face reddens as I frantically try to turn it down. (it’s only my fourth week and of course everyone knows it’s my phone because the American accent is as subtle as a fist pump.) I finally exit the app and look guilty for thirty seconds or so…after I figure out how it works, basically texting tiny voice messages, I realize how awesome it is. On my lunch break I walked down the street to the shops and was smiling like a idiot as I listened to her sing Gotye for me while she drove through Minneapolis.