I am standing in front of a garbage can, waiting for a new batch of coffee to brew, in the office kitchen area. (The coffee isn't worth the wait, but it's the price you have to pay to stay awake sometimes.) I am staring down the workplace me. I am not interested in the complaints. The same old complaints. Put up or shut up - it's up to you to get unstuck and make a move. The workplace me fills up the paper cup and heads back to my cube.