Work, Work, Work...

This morning I woke up with burning eyes, and a thin crust around their edges that I couldn't rub out. I felt sick. Like if I moved too much or thought about food it would incapacitate me for the rest of the day. But I got up, showered, came to work, sat at this desk and put in the 8 hours of monotony that seems to be required daily, or at least I tell myself it's required so I won't stand up on my desk and throw a monitor at someone like the guy in that video. Although I spend a surprising amount of time on the internet, which is not allowed. Maybe I'm hoping they'll catch me and decide to fire me so I won't have to quit. But then I'd be screwed for the Radiohead trip this summer...I guess it's kind of exhilarating when I get in trouble for something. I like being angry at my boss, or someone else in my department. When she says things like, "next time I see your phone out, I'll take it away until the end of the day" it makes me laugh. It gets me thinking, and snaps me out of the zombie-like state I'm usually in when I'm here. I'm sure Jorgen doesn't like hearing me rant about my distaste for business (wo)men, or how they're all just looking for someone to be better than. As long as they're not on the lowest rung of society's ladder, and they have a nice house and nice car, life is perfect. I don't see how getting a promotion should stimulate self esteem. Sometimes I look at the people here who've had affairs with other people at work, and learning who's pregnant with so and so's baby, or the people who have tried to sleep with their boss to get a promotion and it's almost like watching some show on HBO that's not engaging at all. Thank god for the worker bees? No. There is no god. But you know WHAT there IS? A horrible taste in the back of my mouth. My stomach is bubbling, and those bubbles are popping and crawling up my throat. Acid. Gross. I skipped breakfast today because I felt sick, and I have nothing to eat here. Maybe I can live off of fingernails and chapstick until the end of the day. If that doesn't work there's always plan B...