this office of mine.

i think it's a fairly safe statement to make that everyone in this office, with the possible exception of bosslady (who is, after all, heir to the empire), has a palpable hatred for their job. and for this company. it's very strange. and makes for a difficult environment. because we're all tense, and testy, and the strangest things set us off. sally sue's been cruising around like a martyr, looking like she's about ready to kill everything in her path; triniwoman spends every second she's in this office screaming about someone's stupidity and how much she hates this place. the aussie is terrified for his job, because heads in his department have begun to roll. newgirl just knows better than to be happy with what we're getting here. the russian is getting no support from the rest of his department for anything he has to do. he's lost.

and then there's me.

and we don't need to clarify what i have to say about the whole situation, do we, mein liebchens? suffice it to say that the latest development involves the utter defacement of my goddamn newsletter, which, hate or not, is mine, and i am proud of it, and it is about to lose every shred of its aesthetic integrity.

so that's new.

this office is not healthy for children and other living things.

god, the next two hours are going to be long.

i might go so far as to say endless.

isn't that always the way, though, when there's something you're looking forward to?