rows and rows of nothing

cubicles are the ultimate in drab conformity. it's the corporate uniform writ large, fuzzy and usually beige (though mine are an odd shade of cobalt blue). the large overhead fluorescent lights ... the faux-wood desks ... the generically created name placards, placed in metal holders allowing for easy replacability for the next occupant ...

if there is anything at all inviting about the modern corporate work environment, it must be created by the cubicle's owner.

i've blocked out the overhead lights, added three lamps with warm bulbs, and put up some of my favorite artwork and photographs. it's enticing to me, very relaxing and almost like home.

but then i get up to go to the bathroom and on the way back, i'm reminded: no matter how colorful and interesting it might be on the inside, it's just a fucking cube.