Guess what I did...?  I quit.  I quit my job.  The place I've lived much of my life for 12 years.  The comfy, stiflingly quiet cubicle life.  The stale, sterile lights of the cubicle life.  The daily sight of nicely dressed zoned out Zombies walking around this yellow or grey-tinted padded prison.  Industrial carpet. yuck.  I hate that. It is the epitome of cubicle life.  This stale, boring grey carpet.  hard carpet.  Maybe with a dark grey and maybe a pinstript of maroon design in it.  Ew.  Musac .  I hate The Circle of Life.  Why did you do it, Elton???  For realz.  You are so much cooler than that horrible song.  And I had to hear it ten times a week. The office carpet is replaceable by squares, so you can easily see the newer/cleaner/lighter square that replaced an old, dull square, stained by some one's rather large coffee spill.
 I don't have to do it anymore.  Stare.  I don't have to stare at nothingness anymore.  I don't have to sit still.  I don't have to type all.day.long.  I don't have to pretend to like anyone. I don't have to worry about taking a call on my cell. I can hear birds, look outside, feel air and sun on my face anytime I want. I can look at my daughters.  I can play with them, take them places and show them things and eavesdrop on their imaginations.  I always eavesdrop on their imaginations. I've heard them tell many tales of things like "bumblebee tea" and "orange sandwiches".   I've heard them escape to their castle on "rock hill".  They named their castle "United Kingdom" because "that's where princesses live.".  I try to give them as much "magic" as I can, but really, their minds create an abundance on their own. 
Anyway.  I'm all done with working at WPS.