Thursday, April 23, 2009

Life Cubed

I hate cubicles. I hate cubicles. I hate cubicles.

I want an office so that at times like this I can lock the door and lie down on the fugly mauve carpet and convulse in beautiful solitude.

Then of course, I'd still have to get up and resume my unending work afterwards.

5 comments:

cacah said...

huhu. i'm sharing an office right now. but it's okay.

kidd said...

adoi...
Everytime I read your entry, I have to look into the dictionary for those unfamiliar word. Tiresome, but fruitful for me brain. Keep the words flying, bro!

One suggestion: your tales of the koleq years are worth being published as a book. At least what my simple mind is speaking loud.

shezorro said...

@kidd, me too. :)

bugger said...

lucky u..i don't hv one(cubicle) & my work sucks.. sigh~

The Banker said...

cacah: sharing an office can go either ways. if ur unlucky enough to get a good office-partner, then you're set. otherwise...

kidd: i'd love that, but who would in their right mind publish a book by a writer who cant even get his grammar right?

shezorro: i'm guessing ur referring to the new words u learnt here? if that is so, that's good! at least this blog has some sort of purpose besides a whining arena for me =P

bugger: u dt hv a cubicle??? so how do u work then, in a lab or something? or out in the field?