the good, the bad, and the ugly...

concerning my new cubicle:

the good: my old cubicle was near a hallway and the VIPs didn't like me turning off the hall lights, but my new cubicle is way in the back so it's like a cave. apart from the glow of my computer and my TV, it's freakin' dark!

the bad: this new space is a little smaller. i didn't really need all that extra room so i don't mind too much, but i lost my window. i don't care for the outdoors so i don't mind so much on that either, but Robert Plant the plant might.

the ugly: i sit next to someone who has a voice like an air horn. i used to sit a ways down from her, and even then i couldn't hear myself think sometimes. now i sit next to her, but since i'm not one to be shy, i will be telling her to quiet down until she either gets sick of me and moves or learns to simmer down.

i hate change.

a while back, i posted about how i was having to move out of my luxurious Dilbert cubicle to a new one down the hall. here's a reminder of what my old one used to look like:



and here's a picture of my new one:



okay so maybe it's not that bad. i'll try to take a picture of it soon so you guys can pity me.

meet my Dilbert cubicle

well, here's the infamous cell. it's exactly as i've always described it, right? there's my TV where i whittle away the hours watching Seinfeld or Law and Order. there's the computer from which i blog. notice the monstrous Sonic cup from which i daintily sip tea all day long. if you squint and cock your head to the left, you can see my little PT Cruiser on a shelf. (see? i'm not the liar that you think i am. i generally speak the truth.) say hi to Monica the frog and Gary the snail in the lower right hand corner by my keys. you can't see Roger Plant the ivy because he's out of the frame, but feel free to say hi to him, too. it's not too bad sitting in the cubicle, really. i have a back massager that was kindly provided by my bitter half. with the TV, internet access, plant, and pets, it's kind of pleasant actually.