Cubicile!
January 29th, 2016
Though they've sadly removed any evidence these existed, ostensibly because they knew I would write this today, the suits at work made use of odd signs for a time. These signs were odd in that they served no apparent purpose, other than to document just what it was they were tacked onto. And if you've ever worked in an office, or at a company with one, you absolutely know what they are.
I'm talking about cubicles.
The odd thing about these signs, though, is that they were misspelled. And since I was also working a ton of overtime when these signs were up, not to mention the fact that I'm terminally neurotic and sometimes just can't let some things go, I couldn't help but speculate about them. You see, instead of spelling cubicle as cubicle, the signs spelled the word as cubicile.
This bothered me. I mean, were they making a clever portmanteau of cubicle and domicile, implying that this is your home away from home, or perhaps this is your home at work? Or maybe, just maybe, they were letting their occupants know that you may as well make yourself at home, because you're going to be here for a very, very long time?
On the other hand, out salaried folks here aren't that bright, so it's hard to really attribute to them the wit to do that on purpose. There's a reason that I had to try very, very hard to keep myself from throttling the chief supply room lady today, who whined at our 'all hands' meeting that everyone in the building was calling her out on her incompetence. Instead of doing her job right, naturally.
And yes, hopefully before you even think it, this is the sort of incomprehensible, banal conundrums I have to deal with all the time. I have a head full of bad wiring, and I am constantly barraged by any number of puzzles like this. Puzzles which should not be puzzles, and which any sane person would just shake off and get on with a life full of football and pornography and fast food and cheap alcoholic beverages.
Hm. Maybe I should drink more rum. Send it rum!