Another Day at the Cube

So I work in a cube. A tiny cube, not those awesome room looking cubes you see on TV. I've seen larger toilet stalls then my cube. You know I look around and all I hear is people talking to other people like they are four. When did common sense leave the building? I don't know but I've discovered that this job just may not be what I'm good at. I want to write, I want to sit in an office in my own and write a novel, a good novel, one that I will hopefully see my name on. I want to write about love and laughter and triumph. I doubt I will ever be published, but it's a dream, anyway here's hoping that one day I will be able to walk away from this job and into something that I'm comfortable, even happy, doing.