Inside the Glassed Cubicle

Inside the glassed cubicle I slumped on the leather chair, relaxing, as the blaring recorder SPEAKS. It has been S—P—E—A—K—I—N--G and not *speaking* for the past 30-minutes. Coffee cups refilled twice, pencils sharpened and nicely placed over the ruled pages which have few scribbled lines. The immobile cerulean Windows sit over the glass top silently with occasional pull of mouse from a sucker. It baited and looked at us again, listlessly.

Good god! I need a break… I'm bored as hell!

Monkeying around with the tablet notebook I started ruffling the lead over the blank page trying to etch-out a figure and keep myself awake (although I don't really know what I'm doing...a lot of boredom sipped-in). The noise-proof glass cubicle is silent and cooled with lot of conditioned air pumped into it. It smells of ‘tofu’ and cheese (kindaa) tasteless.

Ten more minutes passed the recorder still S—P—E—A---K—S. The pencil sit over the ruled page with few more added ‘short’ messages scribbled over. The computer dozed off sometimes back, for a minute, with floating marquee preaching motivational rules in corporatedom. OK! OK—I’m trying to be motivated. Gosh! I’m broke; I can’t be motivated with the moron going ON oozing so deliriously as if he’s having a blowjob! Hey! That’s a nice idea to get the butt of motivation.

I raised myself from slumber and looked at the page. Cleavage! (Gee…!) I look around and sighed. My eyes are fixated to the low neckline of one of the roomy (didn’t I say I am *GAY*, well in the closet. Shhhh!) The other one nibbling her fingernail (why, don’t she try donning the toenail also), the third one nodding to every single syllable that the recorder *S—P—E—A--Ks*. “Are you with Moses?—Heaven!”

You always have the flake who shows up unprepared, the weirdo who has to bring an entire four-course breakfast buffet with them, the idiot who got lost on the way to the meeting, the jackass who halts the meeting for other sidebar meetings on the phone or in the hallway, the rebel who won't follow any protocol whatsoever, and the Nazi who tries to keep everyone in line. Inside the glass cubicle we have *All* and into limbo.

“To summarize…” Whoa! Am I hearing noises or is the hour of the day! I sifted through the pages with a straightened spine and exchange glances with others. Vibrant faces, gleaming eyes and stiff corners of lips dropped archly; ecstatic and relieved after having ‘cummed…with a BIG MOAN”. Seven more minutes passed…

The summarization still continues… (heaven)!