I wouldn’t exactly say I’ve been “missing it”, Bob.

And I said, I don't care if they lay me off either, because I told, I told Bill that if they move my desk one more time, then, then I'm, I'm quitting, I'm going to quit. And, and I told Don too, because they've moved my desk four times already this year, and I used to be over by the window, and I could see the squirrels, and they were merry, but then, they switched from the Swingline to the Boston stapler, but I kept my Swingline stapler because it didn't bind up as much, and I kept the staples for the Swingline stapler and it's not okay because if they take my stapler then I'll set the building on fire...

I never thought that Milton Waddams could summarize my feelings on my employment so perfectly….I am in my last week here at the cubicle farm. I have been moved three times in the past 2 weeks. I was moved out of my big luxurious cubicle with a window (and you know what, the squirrels were merry), to a smaller cube sans window and finally to a half cube stuck in a corner, with no privacy. I am no longer able to hide my internet usage. If I had work to do I would do it, but they have taken it all away. I have a sneaking suspicion that the only reason my security card still lets me in the building is through some sort of “glitch” I am in constant fear that they will fix the glitch, or that I’ll be moved yet again, and this time I will only have a flashlight and a bottle of Raid. And, I kid you not, they have actually taken away my Swingline stapler.