#an unblemished spot of loving dissonance in the middle of a fluorescent soaked desert

[fangirlingomgfreakingout]

I cannot stand cubicles. I hate cubicles. I do not get work done in my cubicle. I spiral into the oblivion of dysfunction in my cubicle. I do not think cubicles should exist. The sound of everyone eating dry granola with their open mouths in a feeble attempt to offset the 60+ years of smoking they keep up to this day makes me want to rip my skin off.

However, sometimes when I sneeze, the void of corporate grey will reply with a chipper little, “bless you!” So that’s pretty cute