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Musical Cubes
By GMikeG | August 30, 2007
Welcome to the jungle
It gets worse here everyday
Ya learn ta live like an animal
In the jungle where we play
If you got a hunger for what you see
You’ll take it eventually
You can have anything you want
But you better not take it from me.
Hey Cube Pirate, I almost missed out on the tag sale this Monday.
Three of my former colleagues became the victims of a corporate re-organization. They weren’t expecting the layoff because they were quite successful at their jobs. However, the numbers weren’t good enough for corporate and some heads had to roll.
The good news is the rest of the surviving cube rats had a tag sale free for all. First come first serve, get it while it’s hot, literally. I took a sweet pair of computer speakers that were still warm from the previous owner. At least I waited until the guy’s boss said it was alright to start stripping the cube. But there are some cold blooded predators in the cube jungle. One poor victim was still packing her boxes, trying to hold back her tears, and she had a surprise visitor. No, it wasn’t one of her friends coming to say how sorry they were and that she should be happy to be free. No, it was the next occupant slotted for that cube. That’s right, the grave, I mean cube, wasn’t even empty yet, and the next rat was trying to jump in already. It takes all kinds Cube Pirate.
I wanna watch you bleed………
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They just let someone go in finance… Labor Day cube contents sale!!
I guess somethings are just not funny.
If its our turn next, I guess thats just the way its got to be.
Enjoy the weekend and I’ll see you on Tuesday.
Later Cube Pirate, we must abide.
My cube neighbor is moving a used cube down the hall. I’m overwhelmed with emotion because she’s going to someone’s cube who was let go last month. We chitchatted about her moving, taking her dusty bric-a-brac, and saying “well, at least we still have our jobs.” I return to my ergonomically-set cube chair, footrest, keyboard rest, and mouse rest, although I’m still uncomfortable. I listen intently to the opening and closing of drawers, to the rustling of papers wtih useless notes, whiteboards to be used impressively with the boss, and magazines that will never be read loading onto the cart that used to serve beverages to the birthday bunch. The noises get further apart, like popcorn ready to be snatched from the microwave and as I ready myself to see what she’s left, the noises never seem to end! But what will she leave behind I ponder. Did she have a better stapler than me? Could I use more useless paperclips in this paperless world? “Oh stop it” I say to myself. What the hell could you possibly pirate that you don’t already have or get from the stockroom. Oh, wait, silence! Will she be back? She I go look yet? What if I get caught? I guess the fun of being a pirate is the game…