August 24, 2003
The cube lady normally hates me. It all started a few years ago when I complained about the "holiday" decorations being too homogeneous. I just snapped one day after feeling smothered by ubiquitous candy canes and Jesus babies. Of course I wouldn't let it go when she argued that Hanukkah decorations were "overly religious." Later she yelled at me for rearranging my cubicle furniture in apparently unsafe earthquake positions. She lost that one too, or at least eventually gave up. But now, she's being extraordinarily friendly. Either she's forgotten or grown up. In any case, she still creeps me out.