Cubicle Laments And Window Woes

Ok. I have just come from my son's blog Lemming Fodder. His current post involves complaints against his cubicle at work. He has been having a crummy time of late, so before I continue with my post, I want to give him an award for the great person that he is. So "JPR"... Congratulations! I hereby give you the following award for the month:

Cheer up JPR. Things could be worse. Your car could break down.

To continue... "JPR" was complaining about his cubicle. It was actually a clever post. He is such a clever young man. My question to him was this: "But do you have a window?" If you have a window, it's not that bad. I do NOT have a window. I am the only one at work who does not have a window. Even the maintenance office has a window. The storage building has several windows. The front desk receptionist has several windows. The youth minister who is never in his office has a window. What do I have you ask? I have a set of black and dark brown mismatched file cabinets and a rusty old green safe. I put a red bow on the handle of the safe. Yes. That helps a lot.

"JPR" does not always spend all day in his cubicle. Sometimes he get to out to the testing pad and watch very expensive jet engines blow up. It's not his fault they blow up. It is usually because someone has assembled somethingy incorrectly or put a screw in the wrong place or something. But at least he gets out of his cubicle. And you have to admit that blowing up a jet engine can get a little exciting. I wouldn't mind blowing something up... except for the noise. I don't think my nerves could handle the noise.

So "JPR"... think of you dear old mom and her red bow the next time you get down in the dumps. Things could be worse... they could send you to the desert in Arizona to blow up your engines! I'll bet they even have beige cubicles in the desert in Arizona.