“Guess which is my cubicle?”
A colleague happened to be at my department, so I decided to show her my brand new cubicle. As I led her to the cubicle farm, I asked her to guess my cubicle.
“There - this one! The messiest one lor!” she declared loudly the moment she looked into one of the cubicles, and nothing was going to change her mind - not even the truth.
I shook my head and let out a sigh. I felt so misunderstood, I didn’t even bother trying to change her perception of me.
But dang, it was my cubicle.
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I get this distinct feeling that someone is asking me not to complain about cubicle life:
Modern day workers are mostly well acquainted to cubicle life. Already we complain when we spend our 9-5 in square boxes. What if, just what if, we had to eat, sleep, change in our cubicles?
Btw har, what happen to the alien lifeform you were telling me about growing underneath your desk? Got show her or not? =)
Comment by Roxanne — March 8, 2006 @ 11:13 pm
it escaped.
Comment by tinkertailor — March 9, 2006 @ 11:01 pm