What was.... What is....

I started at this job in June of last year, they stuck me in a nice little quiet office with a nice view. Every morning when i settled in at my desk, i would look out the window and stare off into the distance at the old Methodist church on Broadway and Tremont..

8 months later, i am sitting in a "stunning" beige / grey / cream / brown (or something else).. cubicle.. When i attempt to stare off into the distance my eyes hit an instant backlash. It took me a few weeks to adjust my eyes and my psyche to this whole phenomenon. Many a joke has been formulated about the corrolation between cubicles and prison cells:

IN PRISON ... you spend the majority of your time in an 8x10 cell.

AT WORK ... you spend the majority of your time in one 6x8.

IN PRISON ... they allow your family and friends to visit.

AT WORK ... you can't even speak to your family.

And the list goes on.. however... i am starting to make mine a little homier.. more comfortable.. if you look closely, i have my F1 hero keeping things into perspective for me on the one end and on the other.. a little reminder of my homeland..

One GOOD thing and difference about WORK versus PRISON.. i get paid to be here!

Big bonus! :-P (ok maybe not THAT big.. but whatever!)

Here is to all of you who spend your life behind corporate bars! Then have to go to social bars to recover!