Working the 9 to 5

So I am sitting here in my cubical, basically watching the minutes of my life slowly tick by, and I was hit with this desire to write something. That, or go completely crazy.
There is something seriously depressing about being in a cubical. Until you have a cube of your own, words cant really describe the experience. Now this could be an overreactions due to that fact that I am a highly dramatic person, or, just maybe, I am just not jaded to this experience and actually see it for what it is.

 A beige box of death.

All I can say is that there is totally a reason why people in the corporate world go a bit coo-coo. Starring at these three point five little half walls is all the reason those people probably need.

That and the constant hum of the printer.
How much can a person print. If I was a printer I would be exhausted. Exhausted and Hungry for fresh ink and new paper.

The positive side of this experience is that once you leave, everything else in life seems so much more vibrant. Traffic is more entertaining. Well, for me at least. But that's because I sing in the car while I drive. 

But then again, what do I know, I am an intern.  A degree-less paper pusher.  I get your coffee, organize and file your papers, do some mild manual labor, and so on and so forth.

I'd like to consider myself a behind the scenes kind of girl. Doing the little stuff that makes the big picture so amazing. Then again, I could be wrong.

There are a few things I don't understand about cubically living, First, why is it that people think cubes offer them some sort of privacy?
You only have half a wall enclosing you. Not to be negative, with like the glass is half empty or full, but literally half.
People can hear everything that you are saying no matter how quietly you try to whisper it.
I can hear you.
I am hearing you right now.

Do I want to know these personal details of your life, such as doctors results, child care issues, or food allergies? No, not really.

But here I am. Absorbing your personal information that I don't think you know you are sharing and not just with me.
With everyone in a four cube radius.

This leads to my next question.

Why do people, only a few cube apart, call each other?
Then the people who are in between the people on the phone literally hear the entire conversation. From when you pick up the phone to when you say goodbye.

This can be an extremely awkward position for everyone whose cube is in the crossfire, if it is a hostile call.  A hushed voice hostile call, is still a hostile call.

And since there is once again, only a half wall separating me and the cube next door, I can literally feel the hostility. Which is awesome.

I feel a bit better now, so I am going to go back to interning.
Good bye web based freedom.

I will see you again soon.