I have recently begun working in the Land of Cubes. It is a strange place with its own customs, mores, and behaviors. Upon walking through the double doors of the new land, one is greeted by an overwhelming labrynth of metal and fabric squares: the modern day cubicle.
Each of these compartments houses a unique creature who is able to fully come to life inside the cube. Though the close quarters would suggest a need for modesty and discretion to the uninitiated, this is not the law of the land in cube world. Instead, it appears that 3, four foot, walls provide all the privacy and soundproofing one could possibly need here.
Let's take exhibit A, the cube-dweller directly behind me. Judging from this dude's cube decorations, his love for Obabma is matched only by his love for American Idol. The pictorial displayed on the side of his cube is updated daily. This cube-dweller is a busy little bee, frequently leaving his cube...which allows his phone to ring (at full volume) unanswered at least a dozen times a day. Adding to the cacaphony, is his cell phone which even when he is there goes unanswered. In fact, it just rang and he didn't answer it or silence it but rather let it ring and just danced in beat to his ringtone.
That is the way in the Land of Cubes, I suppose.
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There is a cuber in my office who has decorated his entire area in Halloween orange. Disks, folders, cut-outs from U.S. magazine when they feature any celebs in that flattering color, a Home Depot apron...you name it. When I stand up, I can find his desk by the orange glow that is radiating from his cubicle. True story.
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