Low Tolerance

I thought that the irritation at work would subside as the morning progressed. 

It didn’t. 

If anything, I became increasingly annoyed the closer we got to noon.

As was the case this past Saturday, the office remained dark until well after 7am.  Again, everyone wants to be sensitive to the office lights and consequently, I have to sit in the dark.  I don’t know if I mentioned this in my previous entry, but I wanted to make it clear.  I’m not literally sitting in complete darkness when the office lights aren’t turned on.  I have a desk lamp that I’m forced to use, but this lamp pales in comparison to the quality of the lighting that comes from the office ceiling.  That desk lamp can only do so much.      

Certain people who were supposed to be off on Mondays had miraculously come in today, effectively ruining my morning and day as a whole.  I’ll be the first to admit that I like my Mondays because many of the people I work with aren’t there and the day just has a better feel to it when they aren’t there messing things up.  So, when some of these folks come in on their Monday off, it screws me up, because my peace becomes interrupted. 

Then, some people who normally work on Mondays happened to wander into the vicinity of my cubicle, who also disrupt my psychological comfort with their mindless drivel and just their mere presence.  There is no reason for certain people to come anywhere near my cubicle, but yet, there they are. 

I guess I just wasn’t in the mood to be around people today and certain people managed to ruin my morning, just by being around.  That happens sometimes and it sucks every time it happens. 

Often, I’ll seek solitude in the restroom and this morning, even that didn’t go as I had planned.  I think this would be my last straw too.  I had gone into the furthest stall from the door, which also happens to be the largest stall in the entire restroom.  Though it’s not explicitly labeled as such, this would be the handicapped/crippled people stall because of how roomy and spacious it is.  If you happened to roll into the restroom in a wheelchair, this would be the stall you’d go to because you and your wheelchair would fit in there comfortably.  Right as I walk in, I saw that the water in the toilet was yellow.  Normally, the water in that toilet should be clear, as I would assume that whoever used it last would have flushed down whatever business they left in there.  That didn’t happen apparently. 

I would have taken a picture of the toilet, but I figured that no one would want to see that.  I didn’t.  It was bad timing on my part.  I guess it could’ve been worse.  There could have been solid material left behind as well or instead. 

Not long after seeing that display in the toilet, I realized that I was done.  I decided that I’d finish my day working from home, packed up my stuff, and promptly left the office.  My tolerance for bullshit today was pretty low today and just after 12pm, I had had enough. 

The afternoon isn’t over yet, but I’m still going to try and be productive.  At least, I won’t have to deal with all the nonsense that the office brought forth today.    

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. 

People suck. 

Sensitive people also suck, as do people who can’t flush a toilet after they’ve used it.