I put in several years in a cubicle. It can be great fun! One guy who played the same James Taylor CD all day. To this day, I can’t stand his music. The other side was the whispering, battered wife trying to calm down her soon to be ex-husband. I felt sorry for her. Then , there were the others with their the talk of the weekend soccer matches and who picked up the snacks. The smell of noxious fumes from someone’s lunch. And the odor of cigar smoke from the fat lesbian chick down the way. Seriously. Ah, such memories.
Exactly one of my experiences working an office cubicle job was as a Cisco Systems TAC Engineer talking calls from all over the world resolving networking issues.
At Halloween one year they allowed people to dress up in costumes, one of the guys on the floor was obviously hard core gay, I go to the bathroom and this guy walks in dressed as Rupaul in a short dress, he proceeded to stand next to me at the urinal, hike his dress, drop his panties and piss like a man while dressed like a woman