My little Yellow Cube

It's yellow here. And really bright. It's an artifical little world that is pretending to be real. Air Conditioning, fluorescent lights, false status and respect and politeness that just doesn't always seem appropriate.

I'm fascinated by it. There are people here who, if they were left to live by their own means and weren't boosted by the corporate hierarchy, would be way down the food chain.
There are these strange little rituals and standards of politeness that you don't often see in everyday life with those that you care about and love.

I can't help but wonder how unhealthy this environment is, both mentally and physically. Physically it's got to be pretty damn bad for you. Sitting in an office sharing the germs of hundreds of other people. Bathing in un-natural light. Sitting for hours and getting no exercise. Staring at a computer screen.

On the mental side of things. Often you're in a monotonous job where you aren't learning anything new. Or anything substantial anyway. I'm talking about a call centre environment here, or accounts, or data entry. Anything mundane like this. A psychology lecturer once said to me that learning is a lifelong process and that those who continue learning live longer and tend to have less degeneration of the neurons.

So why do we do this to ourselves? Greed, necessity. Because it's easy... why work a job where you are using brute force and keeping yourself fit when you can sit inside and keep your fingernails clean?

The lazy shall inherit the earth.