Fun fun fun
You want to know what is fun?
Grabbing your desk with both hands, then hammering your head against its veneered surface as hard as you can, until your head either phases through the solid matter of the desk, or the desk explodes into a billion shards.
Because honestly, my days are 10% work, and 90% pulling splinters out of my forehead.
I don’t know what is more depressing. The political posturing, the ostracizing attitude, or the culture of bullshit… they all have the same level of pain for me.
I wish I could effect some real lasting positive change. But I think I have been handed a bag of “don’t-even-bother.”


