  I am writing my post from my new cubicle today as I moved one seat up to accommodate an influx of people to my area. nbsp;  My crappy location just got crappier. nbsp;  In every job I have had,  I always managed to secure the least prime real estate in the office.
nbsp;  My cubicles ranged from sitting outside the CEO's ceiling- to- floor glass- walled office to sitting next to the men's room,  where I received a firsthand education on bathroom reading preferences (
Note:  if Ralph comes striding towards the bathroom with the Time Life encyclopedias in hand,  take a long lunch. nbsp;  It won't be pretty the minute he opens the door to leave) nbsp;
 My new cubicle sits right outside of a ceiling- to- floor glass- walled and heavily used conference room. nbsp;  Now,
 I have anywhere from five to ten pairs of unblinking eyes staring at me at any given hour. nbsp;  I liken it to having multiple stalkers rotate staring at me from afar ( You're up next dude. nbsp;  She really gets unnerved when you lick your lips.
nbsp;  Sounds like I might be moved again according to a conversation I just overheard. nbsp;  Though I'm not sure what " she won't mind"  and "
Jabba the Hut's lap"  means.  Excuse me. that's my urlLink stapler .
