good morning

I’m so sick of the office. Office politics. Office drama. Office work. Everything office – I hate it. And I don't care about my job. I don't care if we meet our monthly sales quota. I don't care if An audit shows we forgot to charge someone. I don't care about the printing business. I'm not even the one that does the actual printing, so I could show it off and take pride in my work. None of that has anything to do with me.

I walk into my cave - I mean my office – 10 minutes late because the trains can never agree on the proper time for me to arrive. I feel a little bad about it until I see the rest of my coworkers arriving after me. One in particular, K, has made it very clear that she is leaving 1&1/2 hours early this whole week. She even said she’d come in that much earlier to make up the time. However, she did not come in until 10 this morning - 1&1/2 hours later than me - yet she will still leave a full hour (at least) earlier than me. This is because I’m the one doing all her work.

I called it a cave earlier because all my window shades had been completely drawn, and the few overhead lights were not sufficient to light my work area. Now I do close the blinds sometimes because the sun shines directly onto me and my computer screen first thing in the morning, making me very hot and my screen impossible to see. But I only close them just enough so that the sunlight is not direct. I do let some come in still. But this morning, all was completely dark. After a short while, I couldn’t stand it, so I opened them, among protests from the people that aren’t next to the windows.

Later, K marches over to my desk and says Good morning Desireè in a thoroughly nasty and utterly unpleasant tone.
Good morning.
I said good morning when I walked in (2 hours late), but nobody acknowledged me.
Perhaps it’s because you have this wonderful habit of just speaking out loud without addressing the person you are speaking to, so

1. They don’t know you’re even talking to them
2. You don’t know if they’re even there to hear you.

Because of this, it is highly possible that I was (gasp) away from my desk when you came in 2 hours late. But please yell at me because I didn’t say good morning to you. This combined with the cave-like setting of my workplace puts me in a wonderful mood and makes me want to continue working here forever.

So far today the only thing I have had a great time with was when the Best Song Ever came on the radio. That’s right - I got to hear Mr. Roboto from start to finish. I performed a wonderful lip-synched karoke version as I rocked out in my chair, secretly praying that nobody would come yell at me about TPS reports. Plus I forgot half of my lunch, so I had only almonds to sustain me until actual lunch time, when I could microwave the life-saving mac & cheese.

Cranky Hungry des.