In catching up with my email last week I came across this gem from Thrillist heralding the coming of the “promised land” for freelancers: a business called
BlandSpaces BlankSpaces that will rent you a cube. And I just need to ask: WHAT ON EARTH IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? Okay I get that there is a high speed network and you can use the copier and paper cutter and they’ll sign for your UPS packages, but c’mon people is all that worth having to get out of your pajamas? I think not. Why do you suppose they call it freelance work anyway? Because you’re free–free to not comb your hair and go barefoot, free to take a nap in the afternoon, free to play the Black Eyed Peas at high volume, to fart out loud and yell “fuck” when your computer PC does something stupid. And what do you want to do? You want to rent a cubicle so that you can work in a building with 30 to 40 other people, because god knows, what fun is work unless you can hear other people sneezing and giggling and munching on their snacks. I know when I do freelance work I miss the commute and the joy of sharing a bathroom with dozens of other coworkers. What a genius idea to save people from the loneliness and isolation of working from home. They’re even going to have a social networking site. Shackles never felt so snug and comfy. If I were a freelancer, I’d sure be rushing right out to lease myself a piece of that monolithic insanity.
Foil cube pic courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.