East Point Business Park

I like working in East Point. The grounds are meticulously maintained and look amazing. They put out big pillows on nice days so you can sprawl out in the sun. They have a food market on Wednesdays which is also amazing. There is a pub here in the middle of the place which also is very good and has some great outdoor seating for pints after work on a nice day.

Hellish in a very sterile dystopian way, East Point Business Park is the otherwise-​quite-​lovely north east Dublin’s answer to Citywest.
East point would be a great place to set a science fiction film, as it exactly what I would picture in my dystopian vision of the not too distant future. Architecturally speaking, it’s all clean lines of glass and steel. And all the little trees with spherical foliage. It looks like that really bad sci-​fi film with Charlize Theron in it, «Aeon Flux». Actually, I don’t imagine many people would have watched that, so it’s probably a bad frame of reference.
And apart from its soulless surroundings, East point is a horrible place to work for another reason. The majority of businesses based there are call centres, which are, as anyone who has worked in one will tell you, is pretty akin to Dante’s Seventh Circle of Hell (the one where the harpies tear the suicides asunder).
And it’s kind of an effort to get to, all isolated as it is off the Alfie Byrne Road, so even when you get your lunch-​break from your hellish job, there is no escape off the wretched island (like classic British sci-​fi series «The Prisoner». My, this is an allusion-​heavy review, isn’t it?)
This is as good a juncture as any to point out that Dublin Bay was not always afflicted with the eyesore that is East Point. The business park was constructed on an artificial island built on reclaimed land, and opened by that harbinger of Beelzebub, Charles J Haughey.
I lasted working out there for 3 weeks in 2006. I used to go home really deflated, and all my leisure time was spent dreading going to back to that modernistic dungeon. For a while after I’d finished working there, I’d get a little shiver whenever we drove along the Alfie Byrne Road.