What is it about other people’s cubicles that make them look neat, orderly and cheerful? I could fill mine with yellow daisies, babbling fountains and kittens, and it would still be a black hole. If I could only figure out where to place my family pictures and my office toys (you know, the ones no one ever touches, but nevertheless declare that I am NOT a boring, irrelevant old fuck), my cube might be half-way livable.
Note to self: I need to go shopping this weekend and get a new plant, new photo frames, and maybe a beta fish. Perhaps I could dig that framed Ansel Adams out of the basement. If I can effectively mask the walls of my cube and make things more homey (and that’s homey as in home-like, not home boy), it will surely mean I am not really at work. I wonder if the facilities department would frown upon a beaded doorway curtain and a lava lamp. My Despair, Inc. calendar probably wouldn’t go over that well, either.
I just ordered one of those calendars, and it IS going up in my cube.