All Boxed Up

I had a meltdown (almost literally) at work yesterday.

Because of lack of space, they have squeezed the faculty in to an office about the size of a booth at the Yard House. There is no ventilation and a copy machine that runs constantly giving off heat and fumes.

My final round of complaints was met with something akin to "that's just the way it is- this is a designated workspace."

What is that all about?

I remember the good old days when people complained about Dilbert-esque environments



Now, this is how I spend my days
In this little sweat box, I am supposed to dream up academic brilliance, grade papers, and meet with students. And I do it with 9 other people in the room.

Well, they can stick me in a box, but they cannot keep my mind there!
They don't know it, but I have a penthouse view.....in my mind.