I once had an office whose walls were full of history, of well kept (and not so well kept) political secrets, stories of social, political and economic change--they creaked with centuries of historical content. I looked out the window and could see the Lincoln Memorial. I spent my days one hundred feet from where some of our country's most important "group decisions" are made. I rubbed elbows with Ted Kennedy (c'mon, I know you are jealous)!
Now I sit in a cube--four walls of fabric and plastic. Strange where life takes us, isn't it?
"Human beings were not meant to sit in little cubicles staring at computer screens all day, filling out useless forms and listening to eight different bosses drone on about about mission statements." -Peter Gibbons, Office Space
