As a concept and not the movie, it is a goddamn bastion of liberty and autonomy, though on one hand, who really gives a
Stalin's
nipple if another peon of the
cubicle population sits in your
Steelcase chair and uses your station? It's insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but they touch your stuff (
germs), occasionally take it upon themselves to move your stuff ($&%*#$!), and hell, why not break stuff, too, or at least screw up
proxy configs?
This is my rule: If you sit in my cubicle and change *anything*, I will go
Old Testament on your ass, albeit in a less dramatic way. One of the
managers sat here for a day, and he took down the figures from my monitor, left
coffee rings on the
desk, and moved my papers (though I really hate someone touching the keyboard, etc). He's a
putz anyway, so I went to his own
veal-fattening pen and wreaked minor
havoc in a "what's wrong with this picture" way. Until I get a
corner office, I want to enclose this
area with
copper mesh and set up a
kerberos-like
robot sewer rat that I can control from my
laptop. No, it's not "mine," but it is still eye for an eye until I leave this bloated, inefficient,
despotic company.