It's my cube. Don't just bust up in there unannounced.
Knock on the wall. Stick your head around the corner
to see if I'm busy. Announce your presence. Don't just
jump in because you don't see a door. Damn, is privacy
too much to ask?
It's my cube. Don't walk past and ask me who are all
the pretty people in my pictures that decorate my
desk. First of all, I don't have any ugly friends.
Second of all, I don't have any ugly family. Third of
all, what the hell are you doing lolly gagging around
my cube long enough to look at all the pictures that I
have anyway? Don't slow your roll at my cube, speed it
up.
It's my cube. Don't ask me where I got my plants from,
my mirror from or my motivational prints from. That
means you've been standing there too long, you better
keep on walking. In fact, why don't you walk your ass
to the nearest Garden Ridge, IKEA or Target? You wanna
see decorations? Go to the damn store!
It's my cube. If you see me on the phone, don't come
in. Don't sit in my vacant chair until I'm done
talking on the phone. What makes you think I want you
to know all my personal business? I haven't summoned
you. I haven't invited you to take a seat. I haven't
asked you to laugh along with me at the jokes I tell
my friends on the other line. We don't need to
correspond in person. That's what an inbox was created
for. You wanna talk to me? Send me an email. You got
work for me to see? Drop it off in the inbox OUTSIDE
of my cube. Damn, it ain't hanging there for
decoration!
It's my cube. Don't listen for noises from my cube
that announce whether I'm arriving or leaving. Damn, I
hate that! When I get here in the morning, I get here.
I don't need you to say good morning loud enough so
that the whole department can hear. Why do they need
to know that I got here at 8:05, not 8:00? And when I
get ready to leave, I'm gone. If you hear me taking my
purse out of the draw or zipping up my bag, I don't
need you to say goodbye loud enough so that the whole
department can hear you announce my departure at 4:45
and not 5:00. Damn, I hate that!
It's my cube. Don't think because I have staples, pens
and notepads, that means you borrow some, shit, I said
no the first time. If I say I don't have any, don't
walk by to check and see if I'm lying. I am. I just
don't want you to have it. Do like I did. Walk your
ass down the hall to the big supply room and get you
some things. What do I look like, Office Max?
It's my cube. Respect my house
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Anyway, since I'm not supposed to be at my computer very often (only to look up things on our "file tracking system" to see if they are closed, in the wrong spot, etc.) I get to share this --the smallest cube in the entire office, in the very back corner of the building, and the slowest computer-- with 4 other people..how's that for claustrophobia when we are all back here at the same time needing to look things up.
To top it all off, we have to walk right by our boss' office in order to get to it so she can monitor how often we are back here.
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i .. i. .. i m gona set the place on fire..
There's one person at my current job who always knocks on the "tall wall" of my cubicle as she's coming around the side and I appreciate her consideration for my privacy. Everyone else, I have to listen for footsteps coming nearby and I hate that. Especially since my boss is such a tiny little thing that I never hear her coming. 
Katjya Sylvertongue
Tarissa Treerunner
Just kidding (maybe)
quote:
Buy one of the little "Electronic lab" toy-kits at Raido Shack. Read the intructions, and figure out how to set it up as a motion detector. Rig it up, hide the parts as needed, and hook it to a LED (from the kit) next to your computer.
good idea., might want to add a counter to that.
