I wouldn't say I've been missing it, Bob

It's weird that in my work life, I've somehow progressed (progressed? whatever) from a "wearing 15 pieces of flair" type job to a "i've got a meeting with the Bobs in a few minutes" job. I actually kind of LIKE working in a cubicle, because it makes me feel like I could be a character in a Douglas Coupland novel. (I guess that's a sad situation, actually, but I've said it before: it's the books' world, I just live in it.) So, via Wired: The "Winners" of the Saddest-Cubicle Contest, and the antidote, Fantastic Fixes to Help Your Sad, Pathetic Cubicle. I'm actually a pretty happy little cube monkey, but if I were facing an indefinite 40-year career* here instead of 6 more weeks of contract work, I might feel differently. I like the idea of having some suspended paper lanterns in my cube, though. Fluorescent lighting might be the saddest thing about working here, especially in winter when it's dark at 8:15 (or, more accurately, 8:21) when I arrive and dark at 4:30 (or, more accurately, 4:27) when I leave.

*I don't get to retire for 40 more years? WTF?