Capn Logan posted this a while ago in another thread...

http://forums.startrekonline.com/sho...7&postcount=72

I would like to humbly suggest that some HR doofus at Cryptic gives up his/her office and lets Logan move in immediately.

How can a guy be expected to crank out awesome ships when he is relegated to a cube farm? Lets be honest - there is nothing more mind-numbing in corporate Amercia than being relegated to a cube, forever pining away for the little things (like an office door) and the ability to tune out the more annoying of our coworkers?

The man needs an office already.

And an personal assistant....preferably a hot one...
No wait...that might distract him from his work...
Ok, just an assistant...

He will need an assistant... to open and close his office door for him and to fetch his coffee. The assistant should be told to walk the coffee slowly by the poor cube-farm dwellers Logan used to sit with, so that they know how that yes - this is coffee intended for someone who is cool enough to rate an office.

Redshirt minions. Thats what he needs.

Actually, our cubes are pretty nice. Even have doors.

Hmm, well...a cube with a door?

That does sound pretty sweet for a cube.

Ok, how about a minion, then? How many of you guys have minions?

Since logans work area doesn't sound too shabby, then I say Cryptic should hire him an Igor.

This assertion is meaningless without pictures.

I wouldn't knock a cube with a door. That's better than what I have!

(And better than what we're getting in a few months, if rumors that they're shoving the other half of our department into our space are true.)

Did you know that minimum-security prison cells are often bigger and more comfortable than the average middle-management and technical services offices and cubicles? And that minimum-security prisoners often have TV with Cable, indoor Gyms, and, in general, more freedom than someone working in a Corporate office for anything over eight hours a day?

That little nugget is going to infest your every moment sitting in your cell at work from now on.

I'm familiar with the corporate inner workings... First you have your cubicles with the doors, then they remove the doors saying that you will look more approachable. Then you will see a person with measuring tape that will tell say you have too much space. The person with measuring tape will come with his/her crew dismantling your cubicle. After this these same people will stick all your colleagues into a shoebox until they remodel for downsizing. When you all crawl out of your shoebox you will have to all interlink your elbows to fit into your seats. The shoebox is what they put you in so when you are elbow to elbow that you can say at least we are no longer inside a shoebox.