I will not bore you with venting about my perfectly wretched day. How I would like to kill everyone I work with, join a convent and possibly kill myself. Somewhat in that order.

In any event, the one incident which has left a scarringly indelible impression upon me, is my lunch. I adore my steak and potatoes, and today I happened to cart in my leftovers which were just that. Perfectly roasted steak, a baked potato and other lovely things. It wasn't bad enough that I had to watch the front desk, again, while the receptionist took a HOUR LONG LUNCH. No, I could not eat my rare steak in peace, I had to hurriedly chew it inbetween phone calls. And choke it down everytime someone walked in. That is, once I cut myself a bite.

As a rule, I keep a complete set of silverware in my desk drawer. Namely because I loathe eating with plastic untensils. I find them vile, disgraceful and generally ungainly. I prefer my three tonged fork, sharp knife, soup spoon and teaspoon. Yes. I am obsessive, but at least I do not have fork tines flaking off in my mouth.

Some demon soul that I work with, apparently, thought borrowing my silverware set, WITHOUT ASKING ME, would be fine. Where they got this idea, I know not, paticularly since I am not a nice person, a sharing person or a person who would GIVE A DAMN if they had to eat with plasticware.

Here. I sit at the front desk. Sawing off bites of steak with a plastic knife and fork. The pathetic excuse for tableware bending and buckling under my angry stabbings and sawings. I am cursing humanity and the creatures I work with. This is the last straw. I am over the edge. There will be no tomorrow. I have had it.



This is only an hour of my day. ONE hour. I am so going to jump of a bridge.