Like the majority of us lemmings working in the Corporate Machine, I work in a lame ass cubicle. The joys of this issue include overhearing everything, including the Old Fart’s farts, personal conversations and discussions amongst the “Upper Echelon” about any and everything, including the Old Fart’s uncontrollable bowel movements.
It’s great fun.
The thing that sucks pretty hardcore is that our ears have become fine tuned to all noises around us. Thanks to the beauty that is the Cubie, people can very easily sneak up on you while your blogging, emailing or just digging in your ass.
I hate that.
It’s gotten to a point where I know who’s footsteps belong to who. The summer is the best time for this because everyone and their mama is exposing their fugly feet with flip flops.
Anyway.
My chair makes noises. I had switched it out for another one for the majority of my tenure here, but it hurt my ass cheeks and my back.
No bueno.
While the new chair is splendidly fantastic with it’s back support, it’s not made of leather. I don’t particularly care about that, actually. I just don’t like the loud “PPHHHFFFTT” noises it makes when I happen to adjust my posture.
It’s loud as hell and makes me sound like I have cronic flatulence issues.
Then I have to bounce around in my chair to continue the horrible noises so people know it’s me adjusting my seat and not ripping a gas bubble.
Oh, the joys of Cube Life.



