I've tried and failed to picture myself in an open plan. I realize in my cube when I'm debugging something hairy I talk to myself, swearing at the hardware and

I've tried and failed to picture myself in an open plan. I realize in my cube when I'm debugging something hairy I talk to myself, swearing at the hardware and my mistakes and life. For my own sake and those around me I really need to be in either an office, a soundproofed cubical with tolerant cow-workers, or an asylum.