Welcome to the Super Cube

Can anything be perfect? I love my apartment, am thrilled to be in New York, have been having a lot of good food and good times, and of course am madly in love with my wife and only slightly less pleased with my dog. And my job has been great so far in every aspect save one.

I hate, hate, HATE where I sit everyday.

If you walked into the offices of my agency, you'd see a modern, sophisticated lobby. You'd find an elegant, high tech series of conference rooms for impressive client meetings. If you went upstairs to the creative area, you'd see a funky kitchen with pub tables, high-end espresso machines, and funny graphics on the walls. There's even a brainstorming area surrounded by translucent orange panels that just screams, "you are in a creative place, dammit."

However, if you happened to walk through the kitchen door and take a left down a little hallway, you'd find a dark, depressing, poorly lit corner. And if you poked your head through the doorless entryway, you'd find me ensconced in my Super Cube.

There is no furniture but a desk and a weird old armchair. The back corner is so dark you assume it will eventually be a crime scene on Law and Order. The walls are grey cube fabric up to small window-like glass panels that don't really let in any light. There's a panel missing that exposes a bunch of wiring. In short, it's loud when someone's talking near me, isolated and hard to find, depressing to be in, and the poor lighting gives me a headache. I hate the Super Cube.

As you can see from the picture, I put up my "happy wall" much as I had it at my old job, which does help a bit. But some days I sit there and think of my huge window and light, airy office at my old job, which made the happy wall look much better. What will really make me happy is if and when I get a new office, which, to his credit, my boss has said he will work on. Hopefully it won't be too long. When the weather gets crappy, it will really ruin my days to go from a dreary New York street to a semi-office that feels like a dark alley.