Was "decompressed" after thirteen years in a cubicle less than six feet in width. Now I am in a box whose opposite walls I can NOT touch with my arms outstretched.
The extra screens make life easier.
A window? A closing door? Not in this company. We are egalitarian if not spartan around here. By design.
Though the CEO does have a view of Mission College Blvd.
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I had an actual window when we moved Harris' engineering staff to the middle of a cornfield in Champlain, NY, about a generation ago. Brand new building. Big, open bullpen with lots of tweedy partitions run perpendicular to the wall of glass. No door, but I had room for a round conference table. Pretty good digs as cube farms go.
Of course, I didn't have a computer then so I had a lot more room on my desk. How do you get yours to drive three different monitors?
More important: What's for lunch?
Breakfast. Eggs and potatoes. Win7 supports two monitors and a USB-DVI adapter handles the third. Harris Semi?
Once upon a time, yes, but actually sort of no. Harris Corp got called Harris Semiconductor on and off for a while but the company name originated with the Harris brothers who built printing presses. The company went public and bought a bunch of unrelated electronics firms like Radiation in Melbourne FL so by the 80s the printing equipment group was the smallest part of the company.
We spun off and went private as Harris Graphics. Those other guys stuck it out as HRS.
Is that rye bread? Like! Happy new cube. :)
My favorite cube ever was a spacious, relatively high-walled 8x10 in a spacious bay that was surrounded by windows. Higher-ups had walled offices that were clustered on the inside of the bay, so they did not get windows. The cube farm had all the windows. They had low florescent lighting, so most of the light was natural. To see what it looked like outside, just stand up (if you were tall) or step just outside of your cube.
We, too, could eat in our cubicles. And the shackles were quite comfy. Since I was a sw manager, I got to have fur-lined.
Fur lined shackles are the best. Since we were in the middle of a cornfield, they wove ours from the "silk." Itchy, that is.
We were encouraged to eat in our cubes because there was no caf and only four restaurants within 10 or 15 miles. I usually carried an egg salad sammie in my cooler. Good for the cholesterol loading that.
One fine spring day, a salesman named Bruce popped in unexpectedly to take me to lunch but I had my usual sandwich with me. I went out. After all, pass up a free lunch? Moi?
Waste not, want not. I had the shipping department pack it up and mail it off to Bruce. Didn't get there for weeks. I know because I called every day to check on its progress.
My favorite cube is my office, with its heavy wood door that I can lock and a window I can open to hear the popping of tennis rackets as they drive balls over the nets just below me.
Oh yeah.
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