One of my cubicles was 6'x6'. You talk about loving in a box, those years felt like it. I sympathized with all those homeless people living in Dallas's Box City. You could not sit and stretch without hitting your elbows against the wall. With the PC, phone and all the stacks of paper, it was really hard to decorate to make it feel like "home". It felt like a hamster in a box.
My last cubicle however was the Cream of the Crop. It was 9'x12'. I felt like it was a second home. It also had a huge 5'x7' window on one side so that I could see that life really did exsist out of the 4 walls. I even had an end table and 2 chairs in the corner for guest. It was a slice of heaven.
So I guess in this case, SIZE DOES MATTER.
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