Welcome to My Work Fort

Hello. Welcome to my cubicle. Thanks for joining me during a work day. I get lonely, so the company is really appreciated.

Please stay hidden. I can get in trouble if my boss sees you. If you don’t mind, hide under the desk. Watch the cables. There you go. Comfy? Good. Now do me a favor and keep a lookout once in a while over my shoulder. If you see someone staring at me behind my back, touch your nose. That’ll be the signal for me to go back to work.

I know it’s hard to see from there, but did you notice the toys I’ve placed on the shelves. I have a Mr. and Mrs. Potato-Head. I also have a Magic 8-Ball. They help me stay a little loose and fun, especially during high stress days. I know it’s weird having kids toys next to those business books. (Truth is, I hate business books. But they make me look like I’m a determined salesperson. Got to be a winner, right?)

When I was a young boy growing up in Yonkers, I used to build forts in our living room. Our house on Devoe had a lot of rooms to play in, but for some reason, I liked taking all the couch cushions and building a square shelter in the middle of the living room. There, I’d take a flashlight and my Tales from the Crypt comic books. It was awesome!

My work cubicle is not awesome. Sure, it represents employment which means income for my family. I shouldn’t take that for granted, right? I guess I just find my mind wanting to get creative and imagine things when instead it is faced with drafting cost proposals and submitting invoices. Those are my new Tales from the Crypt. Just as terrifying.

What’s that? Oh, you saw the framed picture of my daughters. Yeah, I love ’em all. My wife is amazing. She always thanks me for working so she can stay home with the girls. I always thank her for staying home with the girls so I can work. Ha! Maybe some day, we can stay at home together. That’d be great.

You touched your nose! Uh oh. Stay hidden. I’ve got to make some phone calls.

“Hello. I’m calling to speak to Mr.

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