My day consisted of me listening to 6 women complain about their husbands' illnesses. They're all in their 60s so they range from back problems to inability to digest food.
I've heard it all.
Bowel movements, ear wax buildup, enlarged prostrates- the freakin' works people!
This got me day dreaming about the job I had previous to this one.
Where I worked in a cubicle with movable walls.
And I sighed.
Then there was this one time the office skanks were talking about their "dates" and I moved one of my walls so I could be completely enclosed in awesome privacy.
I remembered all this and cried.
Well, not really cried but my upper lip did the sad droopy thing. Okay maybe there was ONE tear.
To all you people who hate cubicles I say:
Stop yer bitchin'!!!