This mirrored globe sits on the ceiling above the center-most cubicles in my new work dwelling. I’ve named it the spy ball as you can see into each of the cubicles without getting up from your chair. Fortunate for me, I reside in one of the farthest cubicles from the thing. As all the boxes get unpacked and the dust settles (literally), I find that the ball is the least of my worries.
Although we aren’t as packed in like sardines as I had imagined the narrow walkway that leads to my cubicle has caused me reason to sniffle. The handmade bowl that Big Sis made for me when she was in college was rendered unusable thanks to my hitting it on one of the filing cabinets as I was returning to my cubicle after washing it. Seems that the walkway is even narrower than I thought.
In spite of the adjustments, I can be thankful that I still have a job. In this day and age, is not something anyone can take for granted.
The Eye in the Sky. You are on candid camera.
Oh geez, that would freak me out. Spy ball is the perfect name…but creepy. Who is watching?…..
I *think* it’s actually up there to help us not walk into each other but people joke that there’s a camera hidden inside of it.