Let me tell you, what a difference a cube makes.
For the first time ever, I shut my 'cube door' (which really does absolutely nothing). It is so noisy and I was lucky enough to be placed in a high traffic hallway area so trust me, I know everything that's going on. But now that I've been here going on 4 days..I have to say it gets real old real fast.
As do the coughing attacks of the analyst sitting across from me.
I may be a magnet for celebs, but I'm also a magnet for sick people. I think the next 'personal items' I'll be bringing into my cube are zicam and those little vitamin c packets because let's get real: I refuse to be sick in the summertime.
Luckily I have the immune system of...someone who never gets sick.
Anyway, it's weird going from a room where someone told me she 'thought she heard someone sleeping' (don't ask, I don't want to talk about it) to a place where I have to blast Common Man and shut my cube door.
Life throws you curves but you learn to..close your door.
I also noticed I've developed a weird habit of writing down whatever I say outloud on the phone on a pad of post-its. So lately I've been finding post-it's that say 'eastern time zone, correct?' 'perfect, touch base, good day' and my personal fave, 'Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, B as in boy.'
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