kinda like this - image from hereIf you don't work in a cube farm, I'm sure you're familiar with such things. Lots O Cubes. Lots O Crappe. All the same. No doors, except for the privileged few. And little privacy.
image from hereCubes make you feel like little drones.
Drones try to do their work. We really do. But this does require that the other drones cooperate, and sometimes that doesn't happen.
(Now comes the part where I may offend some people.)
I work next to a cube that has 2 occupants - one is an American guy, one is an Indian guy. These folks are very nice. But Monday the American guy was out, and his Indian cube-mate took advantage of the situation to play his favorite music.
Cube etiquette calls for quiet. I feel that music should be listened to with headphones, or be so soft it's not noticed by others. This music, while not loud, invaded my brain. It made me CRAZY.
Here is the disclaimer: while I like Indian food very much, I just can't stand Indian music. (I also don't like rap, hip hop, and most country music. I am not culturally specific in my distaste.) I guess you like what you've grown up with. I grew up with the Beatles and Mozart and Bob Dylan and Arethra and Chopin and Joan Baez and jazz and Motown and show tunes and the Rolling Stones and opera, and I love all of those. I'm ignorant about music of certain cultures; I freely admit this. I expect we all are somewhat ignorant this way.
Indian music really sets my teeth on edge. To me, it's like a combination of The Chipmunks nasally singing acompanied by a really squeaky door AND someone who is learning to play the clarinet or the saxaphone and practicing it 2 feet away for hours. eeeEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeee All of it in a minor key. And I really can't tune it out because I only have one working ear, and using my mp3 player means I can't hear my phone - or someone creeping up behind me. Argh.
And today the American guy is working from home again.
I may snap.