Placement

I am so not happy with the location of my new cubicle. I had been officially been moved to my new desk last Tuesday by request of the EastCountyFag. I may not be working with my new team full time, but I am now smack right in the middle of their daily going-ons.

I had gone from cozy window seat to a corporate cell glowed by those healthy fluorescent lights. To add to the excitement, my monitor faces out to any co-worker to feast on. I think what annoys me the most is that I am constantly being paraded by squawks who must gallop by my desk on their way to the women’s restroom. And most of the females have to see what I am doing… for whatever reason they have – malicious or otherwise. This kind of behavior that makes me groan. I personally don’t walk around the office talking to people, seeing what they are doing, and peeping onto other’s screens. But they feel it’s their duty to do so. I’m usually too busy to give a damn to do anything else other than sit in my cube. Unfortunately office politics permit that there has to be a few Office Space type Nazis to bring down the relaxed atmosphere at any work station.

I will be a much happier man once I have exited myself from Corporate America. A man can dream can’t he?