Bill Catherall
Screenwriter
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Anybody here work in a cubicle and have some cubicle farm stories to share?
Right now there is a song propagating through the cubicles. The guy behind me has been humming it and it has worked its way over a few cubicles and another guy is humming it now. I don't know the name of the song. It's some opera tune. I know it was in some Bugs Bunny cartoon (oh this is embarrassing) where Elmer Fudd is singing "Kill the wabbit, kill the wabbit..."
My next door neighbor is a real slob. A few days ago I spotted a brown object out of the corner of my eye moving across the floor. I looked over and it was a little brown mouse. When I went to go grab it or trap it (or something, I don't know what I was going to do, I just moved towards it) it ran back under the partition to the neighbor's cubicle. The funny thing is, he was actually cleaning up his cubicle that day. He thinks maybe his cleaning may have scared it off.
The best part is listening to another neighbor call up his friend or relative (I don't know) everyday chewing him out for not sending the money. (I have no idea what money, but this is a big guy that seems to have a hard time breathing and sounds like he's coughing up a lung every couple hours.
) Or when this guy's boss comes in and chews him out for doing something stupid. I just sit there and chuckle when he tries to defend himself and it just pisses the boss off even more.
Ah, cubicle life.
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Bill
Right now there is a song propagating through the cubicles. The guy behind me has been humming it and it has worked its way over a few cubicles and another guy is humming it now. I don't know the name of the song. It's some opera tune. I know it was in some Bugs Bunny cartoon (oh this is embarrassing) where Elmer Fudd is singing "Kill the wabbit, kill the wabbit..."


My next door neighbor is a real slob. A few days ago I spotted a brown object out of the corner of my eye moving across the floor. I looked over and it was a little brown mouse. When I went to go grab it or trap it (or something, I don't know what I was going to do, I just moved towards it) it ran back under the partition to the neighbor's cubicle. The funny thing is, he was actually cleaning up his cubicle that day. He thinks maybe his cleaning may have scared it off.

The best part is listening to another neighbor call up his friend or relative (I don't know) everyday chewing him out for not sending the money. (I have no idea what money, but this is a big guy that seems to have a hard time breathing and sounds like he's coughing up a lung every couple hours.

Ah, cubicle life.
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Bill

