In the movies, "The Office" is always portrayed as this wasteland devoid of personality or warmth. Where dreams go to die. Where souls wither away.
Maybe it's still the novelty of it, but I love my office.
I love my cube. No one calls it a cubical here, just cubes.
I love that my name is on the wall.
I love the kitchenette with the four microwaves and four fridges.
When I enter the office, I feel humbled to be a part of a major non-profit doing real solid work in the world. Excited to belong, to be welcomed by co-workers. ---The other day, business was continuing on like normal when ~BEEP~BEEP~BEEP~ the fire alarm went off. All the floors of the building filed down the narrow stairs which no one ever took on a normal day. It was a wonderful image, the entire building standing in the park across the street.
I love my office even when it isn't in the office.
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