3.30.2001

I must admit that the flip side of being able to hear everything my cube neighbors are doing is that they can hear everything I do too. Every fart, every phone conversation, every errant sigh or cough is all part of the public domain.

But when I had an office, I was lonely. Is there a middle ground? I guess so, it's called headphones. Or like I often want to tell my next door neighbor's creepy grandkid -- now's the part of the day where we pretend like we can't see into one another's windows.

posted by Liz at 3:46 PM

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