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I figured out what is is about office environments that drives me so crazy. I also have a mild and tiny understanding of HR kind of people in offices now. It's the silence that gets me. All these people at their desks like good little drones clacking away at their keyboards. Numbers numbers numbers. Business business business. No, what you are is dead inside. Sitting down your tasks like little worker ants all the while making the queen fatter. At least when HR people try to organize events and things they are trying to get people to do more. But it falls flat because they are working within the constraints of the machine. You will have only properly approved fun that does not give you time or energy to think about how desperate and sad your life really is. Back to your cubicle worker ant. The queen needs food.

Got quite a bit done yesterday. Of course I had to work 10 hours to do it. And then of course at 7:30 last night they change the scope. This is why I hate custom classes. This is also why things don't ever get done in these kind of settings. Scope creep delays things. I now today have to go back and change huge swathes of what I did yesterday. Thanks a fucking lot assholes.

Took me 35 minutes to get back to the hotel last night which really sucked. I was so tired and frustrated I just went next door to McDonalds for dinner. Where it seems asking for a double filet o' fish is a confusing thing. Not that hard people.

Watched TV, made my travel arrangements for my trip back, and went to bed. B also had a rough day. She was ready to throw the cat out the window. I feel that. I am staying at a different hotel when I come back here. Why? Because this place really is over doing it with the hipness. Yesterday I wanted to try a waffle to see if breakfast could be any better. You can't fuck up a waffle right? You can when it's "Multi-grain buckwheat" waffles. WTF? Had that with some strawberry-kiwi enhanced water. Yum yum. God I can't wait to be in TN next week where I can have biscuits and gravy. And bacon. And real eggs. Just a few more days. Only two more days here and I can go home for one.

Good times.