[ thelifeofacubicle ]

Its cold in here, sometimes hot, beyond comfortability. Sloppy grey walls hinder communication and community. A single photo of a girl and her sister that shows more love than anyone will ever comprehend.
Sticky notes, heaps and heaps of sticky notes, heaps and heaps to remember.
A dull grey phone with lots of buttons remains untouched as no one calls to talk to a "clerical support girl" who has been over worked and under slept.
X's mark the calender of an adventure much bigger than the data she enters day after day hour after quiet hour. Music doesnt seem to be as satisfying as it once were when it was used spuratically instead of incessently due to the quiet lonliness that fills her box and her effort to remain awake.
scattered papers organised over and over, folded, unfolded, marked and tried to be made clean again. Bandaids, sweaters, a glass cup and a dying flower and a candle lay in the "corner of peace" or the lunch room of a girl 20 years younger than the other 12 that linger around.
Conversation sometimes happens, an invite to something, a task given, a quick hello, but despite effort only one seems to want to know this girl, and it is much appreciated. She is work mother of a girl longing for relationship with these strangers.
2 fans blaring, wheat bags being constantly heated up for warmth, fans off, plus 20, angry people in cubicles break into arguements as to which is better.

She remains uncaptivated. No lives were changed today despite smiles and hellos as people walk with their heads down, ignoring the simple gesture of friendship, or perhaps even just common ground that we both need to be here, lets help eachother out.

The life of a cubicle is not one of choice, but one of thankfulness that this girl can continue to work to support herself, slowly relying on her father less and less for money because the time will come when she will leave behind her grey box, and chase after the calling on her heart and she needs that independance.

Dull lonely walls have taught her to be intentional with interaction, relationships, and time spent with others, as well as given her a deep gratitude for an opportunity to grow in herself as she perseveres through this chapter of her life as the clerical support girl who really should get more sleep.

[ 6 more shifts, and she is going to make it. ]