Life Outside of the Cubicle

Hello all of you out there who take the time to cross over to the sarcastic and twisted moments that I like to share. Today's post comes straight from the still beating heart of cubicle hell. I bet you didn't realize a cubicle had a heart huh? Well it does...me...yup that's right I am the heart of a cubicle. I figured this out today as I stared at the random decorations that litter the three grey walls that surround me daily. My cubicle is far more flashy then most, but I suppose after having a office (even a shared office) for the last six years that should be expected (and no I didn't get demoted). Or maybe it is just my strong aversion to cubicles and my belief that three drab grey walls can suck the life force out of you, I'm not sure. Still the result has left me often staring at a small Van Gogh print hanging above one of my screens plotting a way out while doing my job. Don't get me wrong, I love my job, but there are far too many times that I find myself day dreaming about climbing a plateau in New Mexico, or drinking a rum drink in the Caribbean, or maybe learning to tango in Argentina. Ah, or even just strolling along the street in a neighborhood in a town that I miss and love. Some times as I walk these imaginary streets in my mind there is someone with me a friend that I haven't seen in far too long. Some times I find an old lover standing by my side lending his own interesting input, like he did in the memory my imagination lets me live through in that moment. Maybe it is a new lover that stands next to me in my thoughts, and the sweet escape plan becomes something wild but tangible and free. It has become the fuel to the spontaneity that always causes interesting stories later in my life. Yes, as I sit in my cubicle part of me focuses on everything I am good at in the working world but the important part schemes. That's right the heart of the cubicle is scheming, waiting to break free of the three walled world that holds it every day. Eventually there will be blue sky again, and freedom, sweet sweet freedom, and all of the scheming will have paid off as one cubicle feels it's heart slip away. As I stare at the print that hangs on the grey wall that is the bland generic face of corporate America I dream. I stare at this particular picture because it is my window, the window of my choice. My coworkers don't have these types of eclectic windows, but I know that like me a few of them are scheming. Yes, they are plotting in their minds making imaginary bids for freedom or plans for their own private escape over the weekend. I know, because those of us who scheme often scheme together. So rise up my fellow schemers and dreamers, cry out in your three walled worlds, refuse to go quietly into the night! We are everything that as children we knew we wouldn't be, but remember at the moment we are just treading water, biding our time. We are luring the world into a false sense of security, they think that we are safely secured in our cubicles, but they are wrong. We are not safe, we are not secure, we are the hacked off voice of a generation unwilling to give up our youth...and we are scheming. Be prepared folks because one of these days you are going to be reading about how I got on a plane for Ireland and never quite made it back, or maybe you will read a random post about how much the cabs in London piss me off. Either way, I encourage you all as you sit there scheming and dreaming lost in your own personal freedoms, seize the day and regret nothing!