The Quietest Day

Cubicles have become my home many times. It seems that no matter how much experience you have, no matter how many degrees you pile up, the end result of work lands some of the brightest minds in a call center, or a cubicle.

Exploring the notion isn’t hard, making fun of it is easy, but one thing I noticed as of late, is the quiet that comes through when you pay attention to the world around you in a cubicle. One author even took a look at the 1990s array of office movies and figured there was a regressive nature of masculinity. I’m not so quick to agree, but it is something I think about often, or rather, think about in terms of why is this the final destination for so many of us.

Today is a banner day. The first day back from the end of November, and back to the grind of the 7 to 4 shift that was so coveted. I sit here quietly doing my work, not really doing much in the way of saving the world, but rather just going through the motions. Make calls, take calls, write notes, send emails, get paid for the hours I’ve sat here and forget that there is a brain that I owe 160,000 for. This is not a complaint, mind you, it’s an observation as I look around and no one is here.

People called in sick, or didn’t show up, or perhaps got let go?

Quiet is one of those commodities that we take for granted.

Today I’m relishing in that quiet.


Hunter, Latham. “The celluloid cubicle: regressive constructions of masculinity in 1990s office movies.” The Journal of American Culture 26, no. 1 (2003): 71-86.

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