In my place of work ... we have been going through an evoluation of sorts. Not really down sizing ... as much as redeployment. More work, more workers, just not more people where I am. Sometimes I feel like the last sole surviving member of a deep space mission gone bad. The area was designed with 128 cubicles (cells). There is a population of 5. We have spread out and filled the space with equipment and research information. I'm sitting here in my cell ... alone. Not a body walks by for hours on end. I could recite MacBeth with a Cajun accent ... in pig-Latin (not that I would)... and no one would notice. I'm not really a people person at heart , so sometimes this isolation serves me well, that's not the problem. The problem is ... I sit in my cell sifting through digital information. Grouping and planning and then someone walks up to me and I have to shift gears. The mind has to go though this Jello™ mold wiggle kinda thing. It's not pretty. In one mass rush ... I must reinvent verbal communication. I must remember to talk, to respond, to acknowledge the other person. This is where it gets hairy ... the words seem foreign ... they're not ... they just seem that way. We talk for a few moments and then I return to the screens of information before me, reimmersing myself in the digital realm.

Today my work will reshape the lonely world we live in ...
I'm not afraid ... Are you ?