USED UP IN CUBICAL LAND
by
D. M. Larson
From the published play "Death of an Insurance Salesman"
SUE
He has wanted a promotion ever since he got here... wow, it's been a lot of years. But they keep passing him over for some "new blood" from some other company. They never promote any of us. No matter how hard we work, none of us get a shot. It's always an outsider, some guy with new and exciting ideas to revitalize the company. Or someone who brings secrets from another company they can steal. We're all used up here in cubicle-land. Useless.
Why do I stay? Why do I keep a job I hate?
It's easy... I sometimes thought about getting other jobs, but everything requires special skills or a lot of hard work. Here... they just keep us... we never seem to get fired... we're just settled in our spaces, waiting for something to happen, something to change... or hoping it doesn't so we don't have to work any harder.
Just do enough work to stay unnoticed and hope someone else does enough work to keep us all in a job.
END OF MONOLOGUE
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From the play script "Death of an Insurance Salesman" (PDF) ISBN-13: 978-1518665547
