worker's cube

Someone - standing directly behind me - asked me why I don't have any photos or personal items in my cubicle and why I keep virtually every piece of paper tucked away in a file. My cube is a barren wasteland of eggshell white (with a light dusting of gray) and khaki colored walls. My computer monitor sports a lonely post-it reminding me what company I work for. I explained, in as calm a voice as I could muster, that it was because I wanted my cubicle to look as much like a prison cell from the future as possible. Turns out I said it to my boss. But hey, that's what makes me totally kick ass.