It’s been so long since I’ve worked all day every day in a little box among boxes that I can barely remember how it feels to be surrounded on three sides by those warm woolly walls and yet so open behind, what it’s like to squeeze onto those elevators at least six times a day (including lunch and coffee breaks) packed so tightly into yet another tiny box, surrounded by all the strangers they bring in from the other floors just to fill in the holes so tightly that you come to look forward to the calm of your cubicle.
Image: Lunch by George Tooker, 1964, Columbus Museum of Art.
Revised and added to Magpie Tales, Number 94.
ReplyDeletean experience vividly recalled.
ReplyDelete... isn't retirement the best?
ReplyDeleteha....the silent sardine ride would make anyone pine for the loud cubicle...smiles.
ReplyDeletethe boxes ... where we all end up?
ReplyDeleteAh too true if we allow it. I will not confine myself, although at the bitter end I will be confined eternally - but luckily will be totally unaware of it!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
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ReplyDeleteHow interesting. The thought of being squeezed into the elevator and looking at cubicle walls is not my cup of tea.
ReplyDeleteGreat description.
I HATE my cubicle. Have for years, mostly because I USED to have a door.
ReplyDeleteROG, ABC Wednesday team
I always hated having a cubicle when I worked in an office...much preferred having a larger work space when I was teaching - my CLASSROOM!
ReplyDeleteLeslie
abcw team
I used to belong in a cubicle work place but enjoys being a stay at home mom now.
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Chubskulit, ABC Wednesday Team
I'm sitting here in MY cubicle smiling at your post!
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