cubicle women

i'm mildly amused at the conversations i can hear around me. ah, the cubicle farm.

one woman is on the phone discussing her christmas gift ideas with someone. she has mentioned "trans-siberian orchestra", so i have automatically lost respect for her. another woman is talking about rolling pins and cookie cutters for baking holiday goodies. i am entertained at the idea that on the other ends of their phone lines are probably other middle-aged women sitting in cubicles at their workplaces, not working either.

i scoff a bit. then i look up at the blog in front of me, and down at the knitting project in my lap (an in-house call day). now i'm laughing to myself indeed.

this is what happens in the cubicle farm on the 11th floor of our prestigious medical institution. i'll bet this is what happens in cubicle farms everywhere.

no wonder we never get anything done as a country.