After about a year, it finally occurred to me that I work in a cubicle, a space that is in its very nature designed to be modular. I’ve never really liked the way things were arranged in here. Today, I did something about it.

After about an hour of work, some sweat and some very odd looks, my forty-two square feet of space are now much more accommodating. I moved a big cabinet and some shelves I never used into an empty cube nearby, and wiped away a lot of accumulated dust. It feels bigger and lighter, and my workstation is finally in such a position that nobody can sneak up on me while I’m sitting at it. Or walk by and notice that I’m typing in my online journal instead of working. The downside to this is that I may occasionally have to make eye contact with the humans now, but this is a small price to pay.

I can actually use my whiteboard now. I’ve never decorated the walls of this place in any way, as my little symbolic refusal to be a cube-drone; I still don’t know if I will. But this does feel a little more like my own place now.

Inertia is a strange thing. I feel like I just built a house.