Cube arrest

We're still in this weird limbo, waiting for the word from the Big Globe on our futures. We are to be assigned one of three categories, which are basically "needed," "needed for the time being," or "not needed." (or as they refer to it: "surplus.")

Meanwhile we still report to the office every day, though there's nothing to do. Since some here still have real work, we can't wander the halls bugging people, so we're stationed at our desks in a sort of a cube arrest. (OK, so I have an office -- it doesn't sound as good though.) We are still on the payroll and we think they know we're still here, but who knows?

I sure wish I could knit at my desk.