My Life In A Cube.

Yes yes, as you can tell from the title this is a piss and moan entry... deal.

I live in a grey cube. I go to work for 10 or 11 hours a day and live in a grey fucking cube.
Lets do an inventory shall we :

chair --> possible the most uncomfortable chair in exsistence..although I cannot prove it. I have only sat in a few.

computer --> dusty.... in training mode which means they wont even let you change the desktop background.... im sure if i look they will have a pair of saftey scissors and some glitter and paste around here somewhere.

cube: grey... although... there are pen marks... i think they're pen marks randomly around the walls.... i count them sometimes...

my cigarettes: .. man I have to quit....

and thats really it... oh yeah.. some orange and green streamers that are draped over te edge of my cube... i guess they're trying to boost morale... not working.

I was told the other day to suck it up, to deal, live with it. Why though. Why should we HAVE to deal with it, everyone is entitled to something better aren't they?

Guess this place is just getting to me. I sit here and wonder what my daughter is doing, if she's having fun, if she misses me.

Just sick and tired of being sick and tired .