August 26, 2008

Cube-ism Culture

A Cramped Mentality
I claim no responsibility for the landfill aesthetics of this cubicle. Even imaginary friends (IFs) have limits when it comes to covering up for their friends.


This travesty in office chic belongs to my real-world host organism, the BFF I call Jane to preserve her anonymity. When this photo was taken, she'd just tidied up for her boss’s visit. You should have seen it an hour earlier.

Over time, I've suggested minimalist décor and a few well-placed objets d’art to no avail, not a surprising thing given Jane’s nouveau-hippie style and obsession with boy-oriented vintage toys (see the huge Bart Simpson Pez dispenser and Rock‘Em Sock‘Em Robots?). I usually just sigh at her choices and secretly gloat over the 50th anniversary Barbie collection I've channeled her to order (it arrives in 2009, so there’s plenty of time to convince her that she wanted it). One must pick one’s battles, after all. However, I believe Jane’s 2,000-hour-per-year existence in a 6’ x 6’ corral keeps her shrink, chiropractor and exercise class in business, which, on the other hand, is good for the economy (see other positive cubicle effects below).

Cube life makes us both cranky—me because IFs crave light and mellow ambiance and Jane because the blood flow to her appendages is constricted, not to mention that two’s a crowd in a small gray box.


More Cubicle Issues
1. Lacks privacy. Jane displays admirable discretion when phoning her credit card companies to whisper about late payments. However, when her daughter calls from college to say her checking account is overdrawn again, she screeches every motherly word and the heads of Cube World’s prairie dogs pop up over the four-foot walls, no doubt wishing for doors.
2. Allows intrusive noise. See No. 1. Unbeknownst to her, Jane has been called “Old Yeller” behind her back.
3. Hampers shop-o-rama. In the layoff world, one must appear productive, which leads to furtiveness when conducting totally necessary, when-else-am-I-going-to-do-it Internet shopping. Time flies when I direct my love of stilettos and bling through Jane, but then she’s prone to cut off my spree without warning if nosy co-workers, or worse, supervisors, clump by and rubberneck at the monitor. Give Jane credit though for great hand-eye coordination in the simultaneous nixing of Nordstrom’s fashion pages while opening the boring Excel report and frowning in spreadsheet-related concentration.

4. Smacks of prison and/or institution. Duh. Monotone cells promote the desire to escape pronto, thereby canceling out potential productivity.
5. Stifles creativity. How can Jane think “out of the box” if she’s in one?

Cartoon title is "There goes a lung" from My Life in a Cube, Daily Reflections from My Work Cubicle by Shane Johnson.

6. Encourages disease. As an IF, I’m immune to sickness, but it’s still tedious to hear the co-workers hack and wheeze through cold and flu season. The minute the misty germs begin to circulate, I steer Jane down the pharmacy aisles.

Even the inventor of the cubicle concept, Robert Propst, regretted his “unwitting contribution of what he called ‘monolithic insanity’”, according to FORTUNE Magazine’s March 22, 2006, article, “Cubicles: The Great Mistake” by Julie Schlosser. As a young designer in the 1960s, Propst designed an economical new system of spacious work surfaces and shelves. Partitions were meant to provide privacy and places to hang projects in progress. But, as the office model evolution ground on, Propst’s vision kept shrinking. Now, cubicles walls are plastered with images such as wedding portraits, baby pix and posters of Russell Crowe in gladiator garb while office life has become a Mad Hatter whoosh into a bolt-hole, getting the job done without accruing overtime.

On the Positive Side
Although positives abound, they reek of quiet desperation, in my view. In the article, “Pros and Cons of Cubicles”, author I. Michael Akbar’s list of tongue-in-cheek pros include the following:

1. Cloth walls. These work great with push pins for wall art.
2. Nostalgia. The enclosure reminds us of the forts we built as children.
3. Eco-friendly. Less construction material and furniture is used.
4. Economy of space. More personnel in smaller areas saves the company money.
5. Projectiles. Throwing spitballs and paper clips at co-workers is simplified by the low walls.

I think the biggest plus has been to pop culture in the form of entertainments such as Dilbert, Office Space and The Office.

Get Over It
Cubes are here to stay, so flinging oneself over the battlements (the partitions, in this case) and moaning about corporate fate would serve no purpose. From their marble and glass offices, CEOs and operations managers strive to ensure user-friendly workspace. Jane is lucky enough to have a window nearby and, if she stands on tiptoe, can see treetops on the horizon.

Sometimes on the early shift, Jane dons John Lennon sunglasses to gaze into the rising sun—a scenario I exploit afterward by guiding her back to her cubicle and online to, hmmm, a designer handbag site I've heard is to die for….

Jane’s fingers softly begin to tap the keyboard...http://www.google.com/

Ah.

August 17, 2008

The Bitch Is Back

What Is an IF?
Do most children outgrow their imaginary friends (IFs)? I say phooey. Often, IFs take charge of their host organisms when they become adults and speak through them. Someone has to.

(Note: To learn more about IFs, who can be both nurturing and nasty, click on the following link (or copy to your browser.)

IFs are in the air as witnessed by James Patterson's new book, Sundays at Tiffany's. Hmmm, I haven't met this IF, and he sounds hot. Story of my life. Oh well, read thestar online review here:

Or check out the movie Drop Dead Fred about the IF from hell (see video clips at bottom of this blog page). This isn't Oscar stuff, but it entertains. I've not met this Fred guy either, for which I'm thankful. He's not my type, and he makes all IFs look like freaks. Whatever. To each his own technique, and his was eventually successful...which leads back to my situation in life. Unlike the power babe protag of Sundays at Tiffany's and the guy-fantasy Phoebe Cates in Drop Dead Fred, my host organism is ho-hum. If left to her own devices, she would read novels, scarf corn chips and chew her nails 24/7. So, I grit my perfect white teeth, shove her off the sofa and put the fear of IF into her. It’s all about dishing out tough love, and she and I go back a long way; we met during her parents’ divorce when she was four years old. Life stresses being what they are, it’s been impossible to leave her since then except for an occasional well-earned holiday in, of course, a tropical locale.

I won’t reveal my host organism's name as she is, I suppose, my BFF and due a certain amount of privacy. For your frame of reference and my gratification, however, I will say that she and I are physical opposites.

She is of medium height, olive complexion and curly hair, with a big tushie and what used to be a small waist. For work or special occasions, she trails dressy hippie garb and two swipes of mascara. For casual, she schleps around in college sweatshirt chic and the odd, lashless look of a rabbit. She’s married to a stock broker, who once wore sexy, pin-striped suits. But these days, he hates the market and, in stained t-shirts and baggy shorts, spends large chunks of time shooing squirrels off his jungle of backyard tomato vines. Somehow, this couple produced a lovely, stylish, high-maintenance daughter, now in college, who swipes her bank card as often as possible.

This is the world in which IFs operate because our technology hasn’t advanced enough to allow us to fully function in reality. Sadly, you might never see that I am 5’8”, slim, with a smooth dark blonde French twist (I often succumb to golden highlights) and a closet full of designer, OCD-aligned frocks and shoes. As is my habit though, I will most likely mention these attributes often, and, when What Not to Wear creates an Imaginary Friend spin-off, the bossy on-air job is mine.

Enough about me for now. In future blogs, I will dish out slice-of-life rants and raves from my POV for your consumption. I hope you like smorgasbord.

August 10, 2008

Humor Me

Building the Blog: No Laughing Matter
Moments before I created this site, I wasn't quite sure what a blog was. Technology is a bane of my existence because, technically speaking, I am an imaginary friend (IF) (more about this in the next blog) and, as you might imagine, IFs suffer from pea-sized left brains where linear thought and logic reside. Hence, my woeful setup skills.

Despite this handicap, however, my "IF" spin on the vicissitudes of life should elicit a chuckle or two (scroll down to see the video clip Rowan Atkinson in Hell). We all know tears are cathartic, but they play havoc with eye makeup, for heaven's sake. One must have priorities.

Writing the Blog: A Laughing Matter
Yes, yes, IFs wear makeup. Well, we're not perfect. Do you think we freefloat naked through the cosmos and disappear after childhood? Hmph. Believe me, I know real -- stilettos, pizza and your teenager out all night are real. Having painless feet while wearing stilettos, weight loss after eating pizza or sleeping soundly while your teenager is out all night -- these are all imaginary.

Rants and raves abound; spouses, children, pets, family, co-workers, obsessions, shopping channel, diet, exercise and maxed-out credit cards may not be earth-shattering topics, but they are life as we live it now. Although the bad news is out there, we can at least try to balance it with the good (see News at a Click). Now's the time to plumb the shallows and depths with an arched eyebrow and appreciate the absurd.

Erma Bombeck, humorist extraordinaire, once said, "If you can't make it better, you can laugh at it."

Scroll around to see what I've posted so far. Don't rush me, now. Tammy Palmtree is a work in progress and, as drama queen of the shallow and arcane (see Chichi...or Not, Games People Play and Whimsy), I promise more entertaining links will follow (Note: Curl Up with a Good Book and No IFs, ands or Butts are under construction.