So many of us spend our lives trapped inside cubicles that it’s no surprise we’ve developed a certain affinity for them.  I hate my prison cell cubicle.  I think I’ve made that much clear by the minimal ornamentation.  My cube is sparsely decorated with a few pieces of kid artwork and a handful of frequently referenced interoffice memos – mostly on the importance of the cover page on my TPS reports.  And my cube looks particularly lacking in flair when compared to some of these…
 
In the event of layoff, this person's got some significant move-out time.

Bad news: In the event of layoff, this person's got some significant move-out time. Good news: They'll have plenty of Pez to snack on while they pack up."

 

"Who do I have to screw around here to get some freakin' post-it notes?"

Finally - an answer to the question, "Who do I have to screw around her get some freakin' Post-it Notes?"

 

"For the cubicle prisoner who likes to feel he's on a tropical island..."

"For the cubicle prisoner who likes to feel he's on a tropical island..."

 

Clearly someone who thinks of their job as being 'in the can'.

Clearly someone who thinks of their job as being 'in the can'.

 

Send me a photo of your cube if you think you can do better than these folks.  Consider yourself warned: it’s going to be tough to top the bathroom cublicle guy…

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