07-29-2002, 02:17 PM
A while back, I relaid a comment that a friend made to me: he refered to cubes as veal boxes. I agreed whole heartedly. When I was in high school and college, I was outside a lot. I exercised, worked outside, just generally moved a lot. Now I am a tool, excuse me, the company's term is resource, I sit in my cube for 8-12 hours a day stared blank-eyed at a computer screen. I cannot move (striken by fear if I walk by my bosses' offices), I get no sunlight, and I live a sad, boring live. Since I don't move (and don't have time to exercise) my muscles atrophy. I except Arpi will provide the proper spelling. I sit here sadly bah-ing waiting for the butcher's axe to spare me from my miserable existance.
And that is why cubes are called veal boxes.
And that is why cubes are called veal boxes.