Greetings from what feels like purgatory in the form of a front row seat of a cubicle. At the end of it all, if I don’t make it out alive, I would like for my thoughts, opinions and the occasional visual media post to be documented during my last days of existence. In the meantime my reflections of corporate work life in a major city shall hopefully entertain others as much as it has myself. BTW, I was not an English major, and there will be undoubtedly some grammatical errors. Who gives a shit? I wouldn’t even be aware of them if it wasn’t for that goddamn red hieroglyph that pops up underneath every 3rd word I type. If you are “lucky” enough you’ll get the magical green one that basically says “you really fucked up”.