ARRRRRGH!

I hate cubicles.

Especially when I’m trapped in New Jersey with nothing to do, waiting for the ax to fall.

I know why cubicles increase productivity, to a point. You just cannot goof off. If you want to goof off, say, play a game of backgammon, you have to constantly glance over your shoulder. I had to stop playing because I was afraid I’d get whiplash and my medical hasn’t kicked in just yet.

Ever notice that when you are anxiously waiting for something, every little noise gets magnified one thousand times? Just my typing here is making my ears throb.

Ever notice that when you are bored that you begin to sound more and more like Andy Rooney?

But back to cubes. Agoraphobia aside, I wonder if the gains from the threat of unexpected intrusion (like last week) offset the loss from stopping work just so you can eavesdrop.

For instance, the cube next to me are enjoying the story of one new consultant that was naïve enough to go to a client in jeans and no tie. Really.

Ever wonder… no, there’s Andy again.

Sorry for this stream of consciousness. Coherent thought is a bit difficult to come across nowadays.

Eleven o’clock. I think it’s time to go find out what’s going on…

GET. ME. THE. HELL. OUT. OF. HERE.

Signed,
Neurotic in New Jersey