Inside the cube

Once again, I have found myself spending my time inside a cube, though unlike my summer internship, there were no rules about personal items inside it. This did not, however, make the office any friendlier, which I think is due to the fact that I worked in a research office, where people don't exactly practice their social skills.

They read. A lot. Often with the doors closed. Occasionally, some of them meditate, but I only know that's happening because I hear a gong going off. A GONG. I couldn't make this up if I tried. The most social interaction that occurs during the week is the staff meeting.

I have found that when I return from my people-deprived cubicle in the evening, I spend it talking because I am so starved for human interaction. Or, I spend the better part of the day talking to myself and draining the batteries on my iPod. When the batteries die, it's time to go home.