From 1997 to 2002, I lived in a corporate cubicle. My particular aloted space was in the Reno Gazette-Journal Advertising Department, which is a Gannett owned newspaper in Reno, NV. Outside my cubicle were more cubicles. They could be easily separated from the rest of the lego-like structure if someone quit, was promoted, transferred, or (shhhhh, because nobody ever said this word…) fired. The endless cubicle city was windowless, very public, and easily allowed for the Ad Director, Sales Manager, or coworker to eavesdrop on any conversation, whether work or private.
From 10am to 7pm Monday through Friday, I had to account for every second of my time. I was reminded of my Daily Log when the Nike paperwork was shown to account for time to the second. I had to account for my time by the minute, including bathroom breaks, personal phone calls, meetings, and all the size, color, and other characteristics for every ad I designed. I remember joking once about making a column on the log for time spent filling out the log; that was funny to my coworkers, but not the Art Director. There is little room for humor, individuality, or innovation.
During the segment on the legal ruling of corporations acting as a person, I was astonished that the law was created the way it was. And not only created, but allowed to continue the way it has been. To me, it is taking laws created to promote and ensure equality and using them to perpetuate inequality.
When you all get out into the "real world" and find a job, be weary, be very weary, of the grey cubicles. If you see them, politely take back your resume and run for the nearest emergency exit! The employee benefits will not be worth the loss of self- it wasn't worth it for me.
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