Cubicles have all the warmth and friendliness of a petri dish testing for SARS. Even after I filled my own cubicle with fake plants and sea monkeys, I still dreaded spending 40 hours a week within its beige colored walls.
Human beings were not meant to sit in a 7×8 stall and bang away at computers to earn a living. After two years of navigating the ‘cube farm, I thew up my little white flag.
Today I was offered two jobs. One of those jobs puts me back in exactly the same place I started in 2008. I’d be spending my days in a cubicle staring at a computer screen. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. The job does come with health benefits.
The second job allows me to work from home. The pay scale is a bit hazy, but the publisher seems like a rad woman and the magazine has a national circulation. I’d also still have my freedom. However, benefits will not be offered.
Life is a slippery slope sometimes. Do I give up all that I have accomplished in the last five months? Do I give up my clients and the luxury of working from home? Do I sacrifice happiness for financial stability?
I ended up turning down the job that came with health benefits and accepted the full time freelancing gig. I still don’t know if I made the right decision, but I’m not panicky. I didn’t compromise my values for low quality health insurance. I didn’t ax my happiness for a weekly paycheck.