Working 9 to 5ish

 Dilbert stands out in my head whenever I go to an office with cubicles. I was about 13 when I read Dilbert's Principles and maybe I should credit Scott Adams with my desires for careers that allow me to think outside of the cube. I also can't help but think of Office Space. Instead of fighting the urge to tear down my wall so I have a view, all I really have to do is turn around. There's a beautiful view of downtown NYC, right at the tip near Battery Park. A huge Colgate clock stands across the river, beckoning me from my 10th floor Wall St. office. I only hope the woman who's office I look through either A)doesn't come in this week or B) is an office wanderer. Thus allowing me an unobstructed view of the outside while not labeling me creepy. The novelty of a job where there are a lot of cubicles hasn't worn off yet. Neither has the actual dressing up for work. Although, I do fight this urge at about 2pm to get up and do a dance...just to remind myself that I'm not a machine.