When even the lunch break can't save the day.

Every day, with the exception of a few reprieves here and there, I eat lunch with a couple of girls in my department. They are nice enough, and I really have nothing bad to say about either; however, we have nothing in common except for the fact that we work for the same company.

Most days I am able to feign enthusiasm for their stories about window dressing and inside jokes they shared with their husbands-and sometimes I will tell them about my newest crush. But today I couldn’t even fake it. I just gazed past them out the window, carelessly chewing on my carrots and wishing the day was over.

It has been one of those weeks I think. I am not sure if my boredom stems from the ugly and inevitable approach of the season’s first snow, or because I am not getting enough sleep. Either way, I am glad it’s Tuesday, because that means I am almost half way to the weekend.



Quote from television’s The Simpons:

Duff book of records: Springfield is now the fattest city in the U.S.
Homer: “Woo Hoo. In your face Milwaukee.”