Anger management (not).

I am SO not cut out for cubicle life today. Once again I donned my headphones in self defense. Or perhaps on behalf of the folks that are driving me nuts. Certainly if I did not they would be strangled unto death with their telephone cords.

I. Can. Still. Hear. Them. And I’ve got the volume turned up to approaching the unbearable. I REALLY need to replace my Shur sound cancelling earbuds. Thank the Good Lord for my “favorites” playlist (which is added to and deleted from on a near-daily basis, so a more accurate name would be “favorites – for now”).

Many days I can actually deal with the lack of privacy, constant noise, unwilling bombardment of other people’s mundane details as they hold “cube meetings” and teleconferences, odors of other people’s (NASTY) lunches, and people just in my blessed way All. The. Time.

However. There are days when working in this vast sea of six-foot-tall roof-less boxes PISSES ME RIGHT OFF. Today is one of those days.

My FORTUNE (such as it is) for a mile long beach, bare feet in the sand, and the sight and smell of the endless Atlantic. My KINGDOM (all 2300 square feet of it) for a wide open field full of tall grasses and flowers, a bright blue sky full of puffy white clouds, and the sound of NOTHING but the breeze and the birds.

I am so FUCKING homesick.

BWAA!

see more politics and fun!