I hate cubicles. My first (sort of) real job out of college I was so exited to have my very own desk, and it turned out to be... a cubicle. Words cannot express the waves of boredom and sadness that washed over me as I looked down to see gray carpet, a manila-colored plastic desk, a manila-colored computer monitor, keyboard and mouse, manila-colored cubicle walls, and when I opened up my big plastic-y desk drawer, voila! My very own manila file folders. No color anywhere. I thought I was being punished for being very bad.
In the present day I still work in a cubicle. Don't get me wrong, there are lots of things I love about my job - the cubicle, however, is not one of them. So in a bored 15 minutes after the work of the day was done, this little monkey collage "appeared" on one of the cubicle walls. And it was not enough that the monkeys were cheeky, cute, and rainbow-colored, their little faces also seemed to beg for names.
Yes, I know Stanhope is strangest of all, being an all-green monkey he looks a bit Frankenstein-ish - and it doesn't help that I smeared his mouth while I was glueing him. So far Lily and Humbert are my favorites... :) Are any of you cursed to work in a cubicle? How do you make your spaces happy? :)
Onward to Poetry Homages...
Thank you everyone for humoring me with your poems, both good and bad! I must draw attention to the considerable talents of Jane, who writes of the felt kitty:
i heart those bright blue marbley cartoon kitty eyes.
and from Marilyn, who unabashedly rhymes as she says:
I'm also a horrible poet
And you know it
And Frizz, who honored me with a "make your day" poem - thanks! I'll be putting together a post on those who make my day soon! :)
Lisa shared a poem that was a favorite of a good friend of mine - thanks for bringing back a happy memory:
i think that i shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree
Also, thank you Susie for proving to me I never thoroughly learned the English language! Can any of you say "unique New York" 3 times? I sure as heck can't! :)
And as for carrying one's cat on one's head in Manhattan, it totally makes sense now, thanks Deb. I still freak out when I see a cat on a leash. But not as much as I freaked out when I saw a bunny on a leash. People will put anything a leash in Manhattan... :) Have a good weekend, friends! According to that poll it looks like I have a date with some embroidery projects. Details soon! :)