Despite efforts, my cubicle is really a terrible place. Not surprisingly; it's a cubicle. The walls are made of carpet and tacks. I have no foot rest.
Cubicle items that should make me laugh:
Calendar filled w/ pictures of my high school friends
This seems jolly enough. But, I have to cover most of the pictures with sticky notes. I couldn't even use the entire month of July (true to life, July is a particularly garish month). My cubicle censors me.
Plastic glow-in-the-dark fairies
These are quite lovely, but I never see them glow because I live in fluorescent lighting. My cubicle blinds me.
A tiny rubber chicken
No complaints. This is pretty awesome.
Vintage-esque coaster
I can't put beer on it. My cubicle sobers me.
Pictures of friends and family
...whom I never see. My cubicle alienates me.
Sticky notes decorated with hula girls
I would enjoy using these to write passive aggressive notes or wearing them as nipple pasties, but they are instead covered with (mostly) work-related scrawls that need deciphering. The note in front of me says Feltes, 8/5-8/6, Gov, Xerox, Ags and a picture of a flower. My cubicle is in code. And prudish.
5 comments:
You hold up well, Lacy. If I had to work in a cubicle, my head would be spinning all day long.
What wonderful writing. You are a true talent, Lacy.
Thanks for the encouragement, folks. :) Blog reading/writing is a good cubicle distraction!
Here, here!
(when you're old like me, hopefully you'll have a window so you can sit, stare, think about your "To Do" list and listen to Van Morrison) :)
Reading this, even though your cube sounds like a lovely place (well, the fairies and stuff...), only reminds me again how glad, glad GLAD I am that I retired. Sometimes on a slow day (and they are mostly slow), I need to be reminded. How did I ever do it?
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