Over The Cubicle Chronicles: I Think It's Love

Jeffrey has been seeing Ian about a month now.  They only see each other once a week because of their schedules but each date has been more amazing than the one before.


Ian says he wants to take it slow to make sure it's real, they've both had failed relationships in the past so it makes perfect sense. But Jeffrey is ready to push the fast forward button on this relationship.


Jeffrey hears Brooke entering her cubicle.
"Good morning Brooke."


"Good morning Jeffrey."


Before Brooke could put her purse down Jeffrey plopped down in her visitor's chair. Smiling like a cat that just ate a canary.

"I take it you had another great weekend with Ian?"


"Girl, yes! I finally went to his house, he showed me around and he played the saxophone for me as I sat in his bedroom lounge chair.  Girl I could barely breathe!"


"And then?"


"Then I behaved and so did he. No hanky panky.  I think I'm being punked. This can't be real. If someone told me this was happening to them I'd say "LIES!"


Jeffrey heard the buzz of his phone from his cubicle and ran to get it.  Finally Brooke could at least put her purse down and log on to her computer.


 Not so fast!


Jeffrey reappeared with his phone in his hand and read a text from Ian:


"I just wanted to tell you that this weekend was amazing and I appreciate and am grateful for your friendship."


"FRIENDSHIP!" Jeffrey exclaimed.


"Where is the "I Love You" proclamation. Well I never!"


Brooke just smiled.


"Boy slow it down, that is a very nice text. He's letting you know he appreciates you."


Text him this: "This weekend was incredible and I hope there will be many more to come. I am appreciative of your friendship as well, have a great day."


Jeffrey typed the text and pushed send, then smiled and said to Brooke:


"I guess you're my Cyrano de Bergerac."


"Who?"


"Cyrano de..... The guy from Shakespeare who doesn't know how to talk to the woman he loves so he has someone hide and do it for him. Anyway, you're gonna be my Cyrano. You my darling will get that ring on my finger. Believe that!  Do they allow same sex marriages in DC?"


Jeffrey went to his cubicle to do some research on the topic.


"Boy Bye!"

Over The Cubicle Chronicles: Get Your Life!

Brooke and Jeffrey have been cubicle mates for close to 5 years now. They would even consider each other friends, but Brooke has been at the company for years and is known as the Company Matriarch.






Everyone knows her, respects her and some even envy her.








"Hey Brooke, you over there?"




"Yes Jeffrey."




"I thought I just saw you out front passing the hotdog cart. I waived and everything. "




"It wasn't me, I've been sitting in here for the past two hours."




"You do have that new silver metallic Toyota 4Runner don't you?"




"Yes Jeffrey."




"Hmm, that's strange, I was sure you waved back too."




Brooke stopped what she was doing, and thought to herself: Same SUV, same color, in front of the building, the wave back...




"That B*^ch!"




"Who, who's a  B*^ch?"




"Mickey, the B*^ch on the 3rd floor! First it was my hairstyles, then my clothes, my shoes, she even started taking selfies posing like me. And I heard she's going on a vacation to the same resort Wife and I just came back from."




"She is a B*^ch!"




"I heard she got a truck just like mine and drives to work to hide if from the snatch man."




"Absolutely shameful," Jeffrey taunted. "She's always been messy!"

Two weeks later....

"Brooke, you over there?"




"Yes Jeffrey."




"Guess who I just saw driving by in a beat up old hooptie?"




"Who?"




"Ms. Messy Mickey."




Brooke laughed, stood up and looked over in to Jeffrey's cube.




"Guess who called the snatch man to repo her life back? That would be me! Yasssss!"

Over The Cubicle Chronicles: Guess What, I'm Dating Someone...

Hi I'm Jeffrey. I'm just your average worker, working for an average organization, living an average life that's shared with my colleague over the cubicle.


Jeffrey recently met the owner of his local fitness club, and they hit it off immediately. They exchanged numbers and Jeffrey patiently awaited that first call or text with baited breath, and then it happened. "Hey, just checking in to see how your day is going."


Jeffrey couldn't believe it. He had sworn off love or ever finding a meaningful relationship. He just wasn't looking or in the market for it, but here it was a text, a "how is your day going?". Surely it must mean something.


So Jeffrey text back, with a pulsating heart, "my day is going amazingly!" And now he waited, staring at the screen on his phone....  And then the chirp of a text coming in, "great to hear that, we'll chat later."  O-M-G.  "We'll chat later..."  When is later, today, tomorrow, next week?


Jeffrey couldn't wait to go to work to share the good, no "great" news with Brooke, his cubicle mate.


"Girl, guess what? I'm dating somebody," Jeffrey told Brooke standing in the entrance of her cubicle.


"Dating somebody? Last week you were talking about you didn't have time to be texting or talking to anyone. Who are you dating, what the hell happened?"


Jeffrey went to his cubicle and got his phone and reappeared in Brooke's cube with his phone in hand and showed her the text.


"It just says "Hey, just checking in to see how your day is going." And you're dating? Get the hell out of here!" Jeffrey took his phone and went back to his cubicle.


"Well it's a start," he said over the cubicle wall as he stared at the text and ignored the constant ringing on the office's main phone line.


"Answer the DAMN phone Jeffrey!"