New Faces Only Add to the Monotony

Today I witnessed a cube migration. Effective last week, an entire department was told they had to move to a new floor. That new floor, that new location, that new area, is my floor, my location, and my area. There was a palpable buzz around my quadrant (said in your best robot voice), with everyone transporting his or her collection of trinkets, knickknacks and bric-a-brac ("they" call it desk flair), from their old desk to a new. A poster with a little kitten titled "Hang in there," a fern named Fred, a quirky statue of a Buddha with an "I heart NYC" t-shirt on. They all made the big trek. Everyone seemed to have a smile on their face as they arrange their belongings, only to notice that despite being on a new floor, everything looked the same.