Cube 19 is now on the clock

Cube 19 is on the clock. I mean it. The office is moving to a new location. The comapny wants to consolidate all locations under owned property and currently our office rents the space.

Cube 19 will die by the end of the month.

I deeply regret the move. I'm assigned to space 29 at a different location but it's not the same. I'll be positioned next to the winodw buried deep within the cubes and unable to socialize.

In contrast Cube 19 was a prime real estate spot near a high traffic zone which allowed me to befriend the entire office.

Remember that INDV credit in school? Those with dorm rooms near the stairs and bathroom as opposed to those housed in the middle were the pimps of the floor. The rule applies to Cube 19.

The move was announcd in the summer but I falied to relay the change. Cube 19 is my baby. We endure daily hardships. Even though I post rants and daily protests, I am unable to fully caputre everything.

Cube 19 has been right there with me.

Cube 29 could be a promotion. It is a 10 spaces greater and this may mean an upward trend within Corporate America. But will Cube 29 fully understand my pain? Will it mourn with me the loss of college life? Could Cube 29 ever coddle my spinlessness?

Cube 29 will never undrestand me. It is another platform I've been shoved onto without a personal request. Cube 19 extended me a little latitude, listened to my complaints, allowed me to kick around my chair during frustration times and received my expression punches on the man-made walls. The space embraced my transition from kid to adult.

I doubt Cube 29 will ever be able to provide for me.

Cube 19 has been there for me every day for the past two plus years. This is why I am pleased to announce that there will be a full funeral program and ceremony documantation on the day of final occupancy.

I've been entirely greatful for the opportunity given to me by Cube 19. Together we saved a little dough, visited the country and built a career. We constructed this satire.

Me and Cube 19, we have ESP. The following is a special message sent especially to Cube 19:

(utter slince follows with me staring at the screen for 20 seconds)

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(Sponsored by the Dennis Hopper Nike Commercial.)

Cube 19 is dying and throughout the next few weeks I will be sure to share our unpublished memories. Together we built life on the West Coast and sent me into a bacherlorhood.

A tear for Cube 19.