Working in an office full of cubicals really does a number on your morale.
This morning I relocated to my fifth desk in three months. I've given up even making myself comfortable and am not living out of a banker's box containing my meager posessions (file folders, grapefruit hand lotion, sweater, water bottle, apple sauce, pens, etc.) topped off with a turquoise origami mouse welcoming me "Home Sweet Home!" with a origami word bubble taped to his right ear.
You'd think I'd be frustrated and melancholic, but today I get to use the label maker, so things are looking up.
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