I have spent the past seven or eight years wedged into cubicles flooded with florescent lighting. Tight walls and fake lighting, this has been my destiny. In March 1999, as an employee of techies.com, I had the fortune of being moved to a very large cubicle (almost two normal cube lengths in size) on the west side of the building. The western walls of this majestic cubicle were an array of ceiling length windows, walls of glass that allowed the light to stream through. Unfortunately, the uber cube was short lived, and I was moved to a new cubicle, and then to a new building.

Fast forward a few years and many florescent cubes later, and here I sit in a carbon copy of most every cube I have ever occupied, grayish, brownish, squarish, and flooded with artificial light. Then a ray of light (sorry), I noticed that the woman who has occupied the cube next to me, the cube that sits on the south western side of the building, the cube that overlooks the man made pond outside the building, the cube that sits aside the ceiling length window, has moved. She has gotten her own office, and has left this cube unoccupied.

So now starts the scheming, the plotting, the sleeping with the operations manager, anything to get my respective can placed safely in the cube with a view? Sun, sweet sweet sun, shine your light on me...