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it's too early for me to fake innocence
I think my boss and another employee are fighting very subtly in the next cubicle. I am really trying not to listen, because so far, they have gone (politely) through like, five subjects, all of which seem to be incendiary, and I am afraid of them both.
...seriously, I can't figure out what the hostility is about. Something about validating tests? And something about leave? And something about--something.
You know, I wonder if they know I can hear them. For some insane reason, despite the fact these are cubicles, everyone goes around using them like soundproof booths. The really weird part is, I think everyone knows they aren't, but we are all supposed to pretend they are, like some strange voluntary group hallucination.
And now there is emphatic pounding on the desk.
And the ipod comes out now. Something in Korn for a bit. I need the hit of violence, kthx.
...seriously, I can't figure out what the hostility is about. Something about validating tests? And something about leave? And something about--something.
You know, I wonder if they know I can hear them. For some insane reason, despite the fact these are cubicles, everyone goes around using them like soundproof booths. The really weird part is, I think everyone knows they aren't, but we are all supposed to pretend they are, like some strange voluntary group hallucination.
And now there is emphatic pounding on the desk.
And the ipod comes out now. Something in Korn for a bit. I need the hit of violence, kthx.
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Seriously, you can sit practically in your neighbor's LAP because the tables are all crammed so close together, and be talking to the person across from you, and you and your lap-sitting neighbor will both utterly ignore each others' existence and conduct entirely personal conversations. It's the height of rudeness to acknowledge that you've heard your neighbor or his dining partner, and if he's a New Yorker, he won't flick an eyelash if you start rambling on about, I don't know, seal bukkake or whatever. Because he honestly isn't listening!
Maybe your coworkers are all from NY? It took me a while to learn it, but eventually you really do believe that the Wall is there! And then, of course, you are free to chat about all kinds of things that you'd normally never discuss in public.
Mass auditory hallucination. It's more likely than you'd think!
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he won't flick an eyelash if you start rambling on about, I don't know, seal bukkake or whatever.
I am going to be haunted by that for the rest of my natural life.
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(Despite the yelling and being "former", I really did like my boss.)
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I really want to do anthropology on your office now... I don't think there are actually any studies showing that cubicles improve worker performance at all.
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They are probably as tired of hearing my conversations, as I'm having to train folks, so right now and for the forseeable future, there's a lot of repetition. But at least I use the headset. My voice carries like a bell, granted, but at least mine's the only one filling the air.
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Cuz I don't get them.
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I don't get it. I guess it's the money, but seriously, I've seen how much money cubicle farms cost. Not so much with the savings.
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Urg.
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I was in a wide open room with nothing between me, my co-worker and a half dozen student workers for a couple of years. We then were moved to what has been nicknamed 'the fishtank' with same co-worker and a couple of students. Rest of the students are outside the 'Tank' doing phone/walk up support for the University help desk, with the noise pollution of a 2 story room, with a coffee bar that makes smoothies, so it sounds like you're in a (&(&^% bar for most of the day. And libraries used to be quiet places.
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