SPOCK help me SPOCK!

Okay,

I'm sitting here in my fabric covered box called a cubicle. If I were selling this small piece of cubicle the ad would look like this:

Fabulous Open-Concept cubicle, upgraded chair, relatively new technology, lots of pens and dilbert cartoons, steps to manager's office!

I am shopping for a new cubicle! This ones become too crowded with micro management! My upper managers throw words around like "work smarter", "quality" and "do it right!" From inside the cubicle the phrases echo back as:

"work smarter" echo: we're building a bigger house but we can't afford power tools or any extra workers!
"quality" echo: We must increase the quality of the managers' bonus
"do it right" echo: do it right NOW!!!!

So yes I have to move. As I sit and stare out the window I wonder where the next day will take me. There has to be a place where people respect each other. Where common sense rules the day...where people say thank you for a great job and mean it! Sure it sounds like that old land of oz cartoon:
"where the streets are paved with gold and nobody ever grows old ..."

I'm like a round peg in a square cubicle, I don't fit in my company's corporate culture anymore! The bullies rule so I must go! I don't believe I'm alone in this thinking. My immediate cubicle neighbors are getting ready to sell their cubicles too!

Am I cynical? How can I not be when I live in a Dilbert world. Have you ever read a Dilbert cartoon and went , "whooooaa" under your breath? Do you do it on a regular basis? imagine.

To cope with the onslaught of stess and lack of accountability I try to remember Rule #9 in my Rules of Life:
Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values

The cubicle market is pretty tight right now, a buyers market. I hope I can get into a great neighborhood. My health depends on it!