fuck this job.com

ive been here in my cube (aka Hell without the fun of talking to Satan) for 1.5 hours. i may have typed one word, im not sure if i did or not.

it did occur to me that the funniest way to die would be to have a brain aneurism. i understand its quick, with little commotion.

ok, i shouldnt laugh at that. my sister's best friend died like that.

but whats funny is that it would be over 24 hours, possibly 48 hours (LONGER if it were a friday!) until someone discovered me sitting there, mouth agape, screen saver flashing quotes from Winston Churchill, an unfinished solataire game window nestled in the taskbar between a Word document and an AutoCAD one.

what would be the difference? my soul is already packaged with Lucifer's forwarding address on it.

*sigh*...i hate this job, i hate office work, my life eternally sucks because of it. and i have decades to look forward to.

have a nice day, y'all!!!! :)