Cubicle Desk Jockeys

Or, where 90% of the Power lies

As one of the millions of nameless, faceless cubicle desk jockeys of this world, I am taking this time to alert the rest of you about our power. I'm not doing this to gain anything, but rather to help you, the non-cubicle desk jockey, to consider us, and our power, the next time you try to contend with one of us.

You know how when you yell at a waiter, and then one of your party says to you, hoping it's out of earshot of that waiter, that the waiter could be back in the kitchen adding spit sauce on your side dish, and you go, 'harumph!' trying not to show that you're worried about that, too? Well, we cubicle desk jockeys sometimes decide to add 'spit sauce' to the paperwork we're dealing with if given some motivation for doing so.

And the reverse is true.

Which explains why you hear people saying things like:

"Chase Manhattan Bank? I hate that bank!"

"I love CitiBank!"

In neither case did the "Bank" do anything. It was a person or persons working for the bank who did something to cause the reaction.

So think twice the next time before deciding to tear one of us a new butt-hole over the phone because after the phone call is over, we're the ones with your paperwork on our desk, and saliva building up in our mouths...