The term cubicle comes from the Latin cubiculum, for bed chamber.– Wiki
Looks like a science experiment, right?
I’ve spent a lot of time perched within these partitions…
…typing away, pretending I really wanted to be there…
…when all I wanted/needed was a paycheck.
Oh, I smiled at miscellaneous coworkers.
I ate a lot of crap from various vending machines.
I wondered what a college degree was really worth.
I mean, I had a lot of weird thoughts…
So I ventured out and became a full-time artist.
Yep. Me, an artist. I’m not even a “people person” 99% of the time.
But I wanted OUT of the cubicle farm, off the property. So I ran like crazy, leaving skid marks in the carpet with my too-tight heels. I stayed away for so long I had a huge ugly gap on my resume…
Now I’m groveling to return because my savings dried up.
But tell the world I’ll be back. I.Will.Be.Back.