It’s no secret that I work in a cubicle. I’ve mentioned it here. And here. And here. And apparently, I’ve mentioned it about 22 other times as well. I’m thinking I obsess over it a little too much. Then again, that’s kind of what I do.
Yesterday it hit me that I REALLY miss my office, but not for the obvious reasons. Not for the four full walls, the door, or the windows. I miss it for the privacy. Because now I can’t use my ruler as my microphone. Because now I have to sing under my breath. And kids, that sucks.
Because when I’m lucky enough to have songs like this come on the radio
I have to hum to myself…or at best, whistle. Trust me kids, that just ain’t the same.
My only saving grace is that my cubemates love this song…
and when it comes on, we have a full on concert.
He’d play the drums (fake of course) and we’d sing some great tune like the theme song to the Facts of Life or maybe a good Brandi Carlile number.
But no..I live in cubeworld now. Where singing into my ruler is frowned upon. And singing at an audible level is grounds for total ridicule.
Thank God for my car.