One Of Those Godforsaken Days
Today is one of those days when I am so sick of staring at my computer at work that I feel like crying. Nothing particularly bad has happened today, it’s just another ordinary day. Which is exactly the fucking point.
I’m a cubicle monkey. I have three bosses, and today I found out I have a fourth (who will tell me what to do but won’t answer my questions that only he can answer). I check the clock every two minutes, although sometimes I check it so often that the time hasn’t changed, proving that time can stand still. I have a closer relationship with my monitor at work than I do with two of my four bosses.
And I work at a good office. It was five times worse when I worked at Douchebag Incorporated, but my Xanax intake has decreased dramatically since changing jobs.
