Monday, May 16, 2005
Hey, got a sec? It's dead quiet here, figured I'd give you a ring real quick.
Yeah, but when I was in a cubicle, I could always overhear people on the phone in their offices. It's like they think the open doorway somehow keeps sound in. Even though you can hear everything going on outside. I can still hear that girl playing the voicemail messages from her boyfriend all the time on speaker phone. I wonder where they all are? Anyway, gifthorse, mouth, et cetera. What's new over there?
That's good. Here, it's weird. Since I moved into the little office, everyone's been treating me differently.
Differently-good, mostly. Except for the girl who stashed a bunch of boxes in here, because it would've been tacky to actually piss on the walls.
Yep, that one. The key master. You're good!
Thanks, I'm glad, too. But, see, it doesn't make sense. Everybody knows I got put in here by accident, and nothing's changed about my job yet except that I do a lot less, but it's like people see you sitting behind a desk that's behind a door, and suddenly they act like you deserve respect.
I know, I know. In the real world. But not so much when you sit in a cubicle. My evil boss even asked if she could come in, and asked me if I wanted coffee! I thought it was a trick question, but she was actually suddenly treating me like an equal. Almost.
I know. It seems that way, a little bit, for the first time in a million years. I mean, I know that really, my job security isn't any better than it ever was, but, then, when do you ever really have job security or any kind of secur-- shit! I just realized where everybody is! Is it worse to go into a meeting 45 minutes late, or skip it entirely and hope they didn't notice?
Right. Okay, I'm going to sneak out and hope I don't run into anyone in the elevator on the way down. I'll talk to you later. Sorry!
Yeah, but when I was in a cubicle, I could always overhear people on the phone in their offices. It's like they think the open doorway somehow keeps sound in. Even though you can hear everything going on outside. I can still hear that girl playing the voicemail messages from her boyfriend all the time on speaker phone. I wonder where they all are? Anyway, gifthorse, mouth, et cetera. What's new over there?
That's good. Here, it's weird. Since I moved into the little office, everyone's been treating me differently.
Differently-good, mostly. Except for the girl who stashed a bunch of boxes in here, because it would've been tacky to actually piss on the walls.
Yep, that one. The key master. You're good!
Thanks, I'm glad, too. But, see, it doesn't make sense. Everybody knows I got put in here by accident, and nothing's changed about my job yet except that I do a lot less, but it's like people see you sitting behind a desk that's behind a door, and suddenly they act like you deserve respect.
I know, I know. In the real world. But not so much when you sit in a cubicle. My evil boss even asked if she could come in, and asked me if I wanted coffee! I thought it was a trick question, but she was actually suddenly treating me like an equal. Almost.
I know. It seems that way, a little bit, for the first time in a million years. I mean, I know that really, my job security isn't any better than it ever was, but, then, when do you ever really have job security or any kind of secur-- shit! I just realized where everybody is! Is it worse to go into a meeting 45 minutes late, or skip it entirely and hope they didn't notice?
Right. Okay, I'm going to sneak out and hope I don't run into anyone in the elevator on the way down. I'll talk to you later. Sorry!
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