Category Archives: Overheard in The Cube Farm

Executive Escalation

The phrase came from a man in shirt & slacks atire facing a tiled wall urinal. He said it while holding himself to avoid sprinkling his shoes. A cellular phone ear piece dangling out of the right side of his head.
“Executive Escalation is mandatory at this point”, he echoed. Fearless in the face of impending [...]

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Mother’s Milk

“For the longest time my daughter called milk, —”,  said the owner of an eye-seering red blazer capping a set of snug black trouser slacks. She was engrossed in a monotone dialog with another woman who’s cubicle dons a counter top, implicating herself as a nurse or some giver of sorts within the organization.
The thought [...]

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