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Wednesday, Cubicleland gone quiet Man, that was spooky. I went back to TBS today to clear out my cubicle. While one of the czarinas hovered over me to make sure that I didn't load a virus into the computer or smuggle out TBS property, I filled up a box with my personal property and the toys on my monitor. Amusingly enough, she was poring over a binder from my XML class, trying to see if it had any sensitive material in it, while I was merrily loading paper files and a container of diskettes into my box. Admittedly none of this was TBS property -- the files were my travel records from my time in Sweden and the diskettes held my resume and other personal files -- but it tickled me to think that I could have swanned out of there with a complete set of whatever secrets I had gleaned over the years. The truly creepy thing, however, was the quiet of the building. When I first started there in January, every cubicle had been full, and there was a buzz of activity that thrummed through the builidng. Now, it's more like a big echoing cubicle graveyard, an impression not helped by the removal of all the TBS-sponsored greenery in an attempt to save money. The few people still there scutter between offices as if afraid of being spotted by anyone with the authority to fire them -- one of the project managers saw me with the czarina and went absolutely white before turning away and busying himself at his keyboard. Then again, he always was a weasel. Another project manager (the nice one who actually has balls) saw me with my very full box and offered to carry it out to my car for me, which I thought was a very nice gesture. I just hope I didn't cause him any problems by asking him when he wanted to have lunch (I finished the website work on his project last weekend and he offered to take me out to lunch as a thank-you) -- offering to carry my box to my car might be seen as altruistic and chivalrous, but for his sake I don't want to give the czarina the impression that he's fraternizing with the unclean. But hey, fuck TBS and their pathetic attempts at finding us other jobs (I went down to the "Outsourcing Center" today to check out the job leads board. It was markedly absent, along with the board that was to be advertising open positions within TBS. Uh, huh). I'm in the middle of revamping my CV, and tomorrow I'm going to hit all the job boards that have been recommended to me and find someone worthy of the talents of a Web Designing Diva, dammit. This is not going to get me down. I'm better than that.
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