Man is born free, but he is everywhere in cubicles.
Years ago I discovered a co-worker in the cube next to mine was taking afternoon naps when one day I heard snoring and felt something breathing on my feet. Turns out he had cleverly hidden himself under his desk behind a stack of newspapers and magazines.
I bring in plastic grocery bags for my trash, so as not to use a new plastic liner everyday
after 15 years it adds up