It's funny how things turn out. When I was headed off to college to earn my degrees in forest management and journalism, I vowed I would not spend my life in a cube farm. In a way I was right, because managers at the newspapers I worked for thought half-walls were enough, so none of my workspaces were ever tall enough to be considered cubicles. Eventually I got an office, a staff and an assistant (not at a newspaper) and it was great! Except I never seemed to leave the office, and when I did, I didn't leave the work behind. Now, instead of channeling my...more
