Surprise

I'm actually really amazed that I'm not bursting with fury today. It's funny, cuz Ravneet and Alicia were expecting some kind of blog-burst, where I rant and rave over how much Andrea pisses me off beyond belief. Really, I just don't care today. Sure, my music is a little louder than usual, and I'm not quite as willing to go visit Jason's office for some "gum". But other than that - it's just any old day in the big gray box, wasting time, searching for some enlightenment to explain what I'm here for. Not what I'm "on Earth" for, but just what the fuck is my point HERE, in this big gray box. The fact that she's over there and I can hear her making dumb little comments to Casey and Jason all the time is, of course, making me mow on my cheeks more than usual, but it's manageable. Maybe I'm evil, but I think it's the fact that lately, I'm kindof happy with things (or, at least the idea of things changing), and I know that she's completely miserable in Pittsburgh - and I'm happy with her misery. I don't even know why I despise her so much, but still, her misery brings me comfort.

It's quite clear what the positions of some people in this office are. For instance, every office needs a peanut gallery (if you're not aware of the history behind that phrase, it's so funny how well it fits this person to a T), and that's what MB is for. Then there's the pathetic sickly workaholic that thinks he has found purpose in this job, therefore he stays forever and ever because it's all that exists. No need to even use initials for that one - if you know this place, you know him. There's the grouchy old boss always looking for someone to torment. There are plenty of ass kissers, clumped together in a little group with poop all over their noses from rubbing their faces in the asses of the ass-kissees. Obviously, there are less ass-kissees.

There are a couple of people with no clear distinction yet. Two that I can think of, maybe three, because the newest Nick doesn't seem to have the clique thing going with his best bud yet, so I'll lump him into this group. And maybe since I hardly work with them, I just can't move them into a category yet, but CC and the other Nick are just here. They do... something. Not sure what.

Then there are people who clearly don't belong. If we had cartoon bubbles over our heads, they'd constantly be filled with "S*&!@@#!#!", or if it were an unrated cartoon it would be more like "What the fuck am I doing in this fucking shithole wasting away to a fucking little fuck!?!" And I don't know what that means, but it clearly isn't good - why else would I put TWO exclamation points AND a question mark?

On a different note, I have that thing on Tuesday, and if that thing goes well, maybe my cartoon bubble text will change for the better. And I am running that god damn half marathon on Sunday, if it's the last thing I do. Which I REALLY doubt will actually hurt me, anyway, cuz I'm young, have done this kind of thing in the past, and I'm not afraid to walk a few miles if necessary. All the miles, even. Scott came up and gave me some crap about how "that's a great idea for someone with a bad knee blah blah blah" - but I'm past the point of looking up to Scott for advice anymore. It's a sure way to kill my spirit.

Sorry, I'm rambling - but at least it's 3!