  I work in Corporate America. It is a sad sight, people. I sit in my 10 by 10, watching a computer screen make fancy displays out of 1's and 0's, while the guy in the next cube does the same, all while conferencing calling to some software engineer in who-knows-where and sipping his Starbucks Double Tall Mocha, 2%. I walk about to save myself from turning into some kind of mindless computer blob. And this is Corporate America.
As sad as it may sound, the world of cubicles and non-stop staff meetings is filled with the thrills of.. uh... more staff meetings. Nothing exciting happens in a cubicle. Or in a staff meeting, for that matter. Everything is regimented. Nothing is out of place. If it were, it would violate some safety code and the whole upper management would come down on you like that grand piano that always seems to be hoisted up by a very weak rope in New York. The clang of keys is heard daily. And yet I try to get by in this dreary workspace. I do what I'm told, and I'm paid for what I do, so I suppose that is generally how the whole "I do work and you pay me" thing works.
I'm paid meagerly, but what should an intern expect but to be put in the only cube on the first floor that has a support beam smack dab in the middle of it? I work, sleep, and then work some more. That's just what I do. 
