Do you recognize this person?



My Cube

You know, sometimes I hate working in corporate
America. Why? Because of the damn cubes. Cubes have to
be the worst thing created in the workplace. No
privacy. People looking over your shoulder. All your
phone business being heard by the world. And what's up
with people that walk by as slow as they possibly damn
can, to see what website your surfing instead of
working? I hate that. You really want to see me go
postal? Hover by my cube too long. You may get cussed
out.

It's my cube. Don't just bust up in there unannounced.
Knock on the wall. Stick your head around the corner
to see if I'm busy. Announce your presence. Don't just
jump in because you don't see a door. Damn, is privacy
too much to ask?

It's my cube. Don't walk past and ask me who are all
the pretty people in my pictures that decorate my
desk. First of all, I don't have any ugly friends.
Second of all, I don't have any ugly family. Third of
all, what the hell are you doing lolly gagging around
my cube long enough to look at all the pictures that I
have anyway? Don't slow your roll at my cube, speed it up.

It's my cube. Don't ask me where I got my plants from,
my mirror from or my motivational prints from. That
means you've been standing there too long, you better
keep on walking. In fact, why don't you walk your ass
To the nearest Garden Ridge, IKEA or Target? You wanna
see decorations? Go to the damn store!

It's my cube. If you see me on the phone, don't come
in. Don't sit in my vacant chair until I'm done
talking on the phone. What makes you think I want you
to know all my personal business? I haven't summoned
you. I haven't invited you to take a seat. I haven't
asked you to laugh along with me at the jokes I tell
my friends on the other line. We don't need to
correspond in person. That's what an inbox was created
for. You wanna talk to me? Send me an email. You got
work for me to see? Drop it off in the inbox OUTSIDE
of my cube. Damn, it ain't hanging there for decoration!

It's my cube. Don't listen for noises from my cube
that announce whether I'm arriving or leaving. Damn, I
hate that! When I get here in the morning, I get here.
I don't need you to say good morning loud enough so
that the whole department can hear. Why do they need
to know that I got here at 8:05, not 8:00? And when I
get ready to leave, I'm gone. If you hear me taking my
purse out of the draw or zipping up my bag, I don't
need you to say goodbye loud enough so that the whole
department can hear you announce my departure at 4:45
and not 5:00. Damn, I hate that!

It's my cube. Don't think because I have staples, pens
and notepads, that means you borrow some, shit, I said
no the first time. If I say I don't have any, don't
Walk by to check and see if I'm lying. I am. I just
don't want you to have it. Do like I did. Walk your
ass down the hall to the big supply room and get you
some things. What do I look like, Office Max? It's my cube.
Respect my house.

~Author: almost ever cubicle worker in the world, perhaps?
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[This message was edited Wed Oct 15 20:13:15 PDT 2003 by Supernova]

everybody pretty much stays far away from my semi-cube.

I've got an office.

2the9s said:

I've got entire buildings to myself.