if you wanna sing out...

The halficle? What, perchance, is a halficle you ask? It's sort of like it sounds-- a cubicle cut in half. Yes, this describes my place of office sitting for the past six months. But over the past few days, it's as if someone has waved a magic wand in our office. Because I am no longer sitting in the hallway. That's right folks. I've been permanently relocated to a full cubicle. To the outsider, this doesn't seem like much, I know. Yet, the ability to not be on display 24/7 like a little rat in a cage is oh so enthralling. I can even be more productive now, because I can concentrate and don't have people swirling around me at all hours of the day. Yes, my job is just peachily keen.