I don’t like my little cage.

There is just something about today that makes me hate working in a cubicle…my little cage…this tiny box with a little opening for them to push me in. They give me a computer to entertain me, and then give me tons of work so I no longer want to play with it. They even have people in other little cages whose job it is to watch me in my little cage and make sure I don’t leave or try to do something fun. And it that’s not enough they have even more people in even more small cages who spend the entire day working with the sole purpose of keeping me busy. I don’t produce anything, I don’t make or grow anything, I get information, and push a button to send it to another person in a cage just to keep them busy (there’s more to it than that…but in a forum that may not fully understand the PCAOB, GAAP, or GASB we’ll leave it simplified)... but then there is the office…a cubicle with higher walls and a door…it’s no bigger than my little cage, but it is a whole different environment…they give you an office when you get so much work you can’t fit it in a cubicle….but they give you a door, a beautiful door that represents everything us cubicle dwellers dream of…I doubt I will ever be the recipient of a door…I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing….but it makes me wonder if this little box is slowly driving me insane, or if I’m just becoming one of the sheep, sitting in my cage, waiting, obeying.