Are you a cubicle slave?

Okay, I'm breaking one of the number-one rules of blogging, which is never blog from work. But I'm in the office at 10 pm on a Sunday evening, going crazy from writing on deadline about stuff I really could give two shits about right now, all while not getting paid what I'm worth, so I think I'll cut myself some slack. I need a quick concentration break. Here goes:

Signs you're becoming a cubicle slave (and yes, I've done all of these):

--You've put your head down in your cube for a quick (quick=hour-long) nap while working on a weekend.
--You've gone through an iTunes playlist at least three times while working on a weekend.
--You've run into several other cubicle slaves in the office and wonder what the hell these workaholic freaks could be so busy with that they're working on a weekend.
--You ate breakfast, lunch and dinner at your cube while working on a weekend.
--It was daylight outside and now it's pitch black while you're working on a weekend.
--By the time you get home, you realize you have to wake up in a few hours to go back to work, after working on a weekend.
--You are rueing all the time you wasted at work during the week checking e-mail and surfing the Web so you would not have to work on a weekend.
--You are working for some strange corporate entity whose name smacks of some secret evil enterprise, like Dr. Evil's in Austin Power, and on the weekend, no less.
--You are working on a weekend, period. And on the first spring-like weekend of the season.

This sucks ass big time! Grrr.