When I say I sit in my cubicle all day long, I am lying. For there are other things that I do while I am at office – for 12 hours a day, six days a week. So much so I even see the sun light. I guess, I cannot complain that my employers are torturing or exploiting me.
My boss is a good man. Atleast his science is good. For he knows that man needs Vitamin D to survive, so whenever possible he takes me down for coffee. Though there is no direct sunlight, I do manage to get a few beams on myself. It helps that we have coffee sitting next to the window.
While at work, I am allowed to walk around. Well, atleast when I am asked (or ordered?) to come to the cabin for a nice dressing down. How much I wish the dressing down happens in the sun, atleast, I could get a tan.
I am also allowed to make calls, and get in touch with other beings in this World – people who are sane, and do not live in a virtual world of page views and slideshows. This is a big bonus, for it breaks the monotony of dealing with coal pieces who pretend to be well-cut diamonds from the fields of Northern Cape, South Africa.
I am also allowed to have visitors. I am very happy with the time alloted for me to attend to each visitor – three minutes. The first minute to find where he is seated in our crowded reception, the second to exchange pleasantries, and the third to show him the exit.
That I am the most sportive of all the duds in my office is exemplified by the fact that I take care of the sports website of my company. The 12 hours that I spend in my cubicle, I am changing something or the other. And when I am not changing something, I am adding something, that I would eventually end up changing. Confused? Welcome to the club.
To make my life (half of it, that is) interesting, I am allowed to paste/pin/spread/disperse colorful collages, artifacts, photos etc in and around my cubicle. These man-made objects remind me of…the color outside of office, yet help me stay glued to my seat…by promising me the good life that lay ahead once my hard work is over at 9 p.m.
When I am sitting in my cubicle, my computer is my only true pal. It does everything that I command, except for when it runs out of memory and does not recognise my orders. And it is my comp that helps me access mails where I get jokes that only nerds with their legs stuck in termite hills, will laugh at.
I am glad, I do not spend more than half of my life in front of computers.
By the way, are termites white colored, soft-bodied and ant-like insects?