Well it would seem the novelty of working in an office is starting to wear off. I thought it would be the tedious, soul crushing monkey-work that finally got me down, but in fact, it's the people. Everyone seems so defeated; they wander around the floors with a dazed, zombie-like expression... until they get to their desks, where they start hoarding their stationary as if it were the key to lifelong happiness (as opposed to merely the stapler they took from the supply closet and never returned.)

Of course, this is the best paying job I've ever had, so when it comes time to fill out the weekly timesheets for my paycheck, it suddenly doesn't feel so terrible.

(And then, to celebrate my new wealth, I go home and eat my money, slowly, note by note, by candle light whilst looking in the mirror and weeping joyfully.)