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Chronic Cubicle Hell

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As I stare at my fuzzy office cubicle walls, I begin to think. I guard my thoughts, for my pre-selected neighbours often rob me of my thoughts.  They rob me because they do not have orignal thoughts.  My office recycles thought, so I stand on guard.  I begin to talk less and less.  I can no longer stand talking even about the weather with these people.  They even rob you of those mindless thoughts. 

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NorthernDiva Anyone who has ever worked in an office cubicle knows the chronic cubicle hell. Oh those fuzzy walls.... Share some of your humour about your experiences while surrounded by those fuzzy walls!
updated Dec 7 '08 by NorthernDiva

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