Have you ever been moved? Not like a department move, but just you. Maybe for a lighting or noise issue, maybe for a problem neighbor issue, or maybe you just thought the grass was greener over the cubicle wall.
Thing is though, that there is no happy cubicle. It’s a paradox. For example, I recently moved (not for this reason) from one cubicle with a radio-playing neighbor (something I think there should be office laws against) to another with a new radio-playing neighbor. I have a fan, which helps but makes me need a sweater in August.
Anyway, back to the cubicle-moving experience itself. Here’s my gripe: I can’t count the number of times people have stopped by to ask me how I like my new cube. Nice, on the one hand, I suppose, but relentlessly annoying on the other.
It’s a freekin’ cubicle, not a new house. It’s the same design, the same gray carpeted cubicle walls, the same gray steel overhead cabinet, the same fluorescent lights, the same chair, the same phone, the same, same, same and more of the same.
It makes Sunny D want to scream, “I love it, you moron. I’ve never been happier. It’s green and blue and sounds like the ocean at night and smells like freshly mowed grass and I’m going to plant a garden in the corner and I’m going to bring my butterfly net…….to capture you and lock you in the fucking closet for being so daft.”
But thanks for asking, I mean it. Now get the hell away from me before I catch whatever it is that you have.
Hi there. Thought you might enjoy this: http://jkfowler.com/2009/12/07/cubicle/ . Cheers, JK.