Living in cubicle-land, one must get used to the realities of office worker life, such as being moved like homeless nomads from your cube area of some 5 years to go to another, less, shall we say, glamorous cubicles on another floor to make way for other displaced cubicle-ites from closed buildings.   But such are the facts of life for people such as we,  and you really can’t complain, because hey, what with the free copy machine, and the phone, and the PC, and the fax, and the six figure salary (perhaps I exaggerate…)  But I will say there is one very, very excitng thing about my new work area and that, of course, is that the kitchen area now features a fridge with….an ice maker!

I don’t think I’m exaggerating when I say that the accomplishments of the telephone, the telegraph and and even The Google pale in comparison to the mighty ice maker.  Who among us would not prefer a glass of any chilled liquid without the refreshing accompaniment of a frosty, well-formed cube of frozen H20?  Who needs the tedious and time consuming process of filling and emptying your own trays, with their cracked, imperfect rhomboids, day after endless day? Not I, fine fellow, not I.  So while this may not be the truly awesome icemaker-with-crushed-ice-option-including-optional-filtered-water jet I have at my own private domicle, it is an awesome step up in the corporate world and I for one can sleep a little easier at night knowing that after say Hi to the security gal, scanning my falling-apart hallpass, and vaulting the stairs to my new digs, awaiting me is a frosty condiment like no other.

Hail the might ice maker!  Hail!