My old personal 90” x 72” slice of paradise that I occupied until just recently was amazing….but it lacked one thing.
One of the most precious commodities in a cube farm is an unobstructed view of a TV.
If a cubicle farm were a monopoly board, the cubes by the TV are Boardwalk and Park Place….with hotels on them.
This becomes especially valuable during the Olympics, NCAA basketball tournaments……the balloon boy saga (admit it; you too were riveted by what appeared to be a giant jiffy-pop popcorn bag careening through the air).
However, you could have put the Sierra Desert in-between my old cube and the nearest TV.
My cube was so far from a TV, that I couldn’t even tell the difference between Fox News and CNN (now that’s far).
It was like I was in a lower caste of the cube village…….a leper ostracized from the civilized world of talking heads and the latest news on Jon & Kate.
But finally, with my new job, I am in a new cube…..and it is 5 feet away from a TV. Eureka
“The Jeffersons” theme song (“moving on up….”) is playing loudly in my head as a soundtrack of my ascent within the cube caste system.
I have a perfect unobstructed view of a TV…..specifically………of the BACK of it.
Blerg
Back to the lower caste.
