Fuck company-- misery loves ME

More and more it seems that every time Lachesis opens her mouth, all I hear is "Famine and pestilence upon thee! Thou shalt wallow in mine miseries forevermore!"

It has come to her attention that my coworker, Em, has pushed back her lunch hour due to her summer class. Her lunch hour now coincides with mine. And ZEUS HIMSELF FORBID that there be no student coverage in the office for one goddamned hour... which is the 11:00 lunch hour... when fucking NOTHING HAPPENS. Tomorrow, we will be brought before Atropos like terrorists to Guantanamo Bay, where one of two things will happen.

1) Atropos will tell Lachesis to stop being such a whiny baby. This happens from time to time... but not nearly often enough to bank on.
2) One of us (any takers on me?) will be forced to reschedule lunch so that there is always someone sitting around doing fuck all in the office.

Em's class runs from 12 - 2. Logically, one lunch falls at 11, and the other... well, who knows? It seems to me that one of us gets to eat, and the other gets to starve. Yaaaaay.

"But Boughnaa! Can't you take half hour lunches?"

Oh sure, we could do that. And if Em is willing to do so, good for her. I, however, bluntly and blatantly refuse. I need that lunch hour to calm the fuck down halfway through the day-- the only reason I've refrained from stabbing anyone this summer is my lunch hour. A lunch half-hour is not only bordering not enough time to get/prepare food so that I can eat, but it's also not enough time for me to get into a sane frame of mind for the return to the dark sanctum that is the WTFU Happy Magical Office of Despair Leading to Suicide.

I'm not eating at 2. I refuse to leave that late in the day and come so close to freedom, only to turn around and return to the belly of the beast. I'll sooner leave at 3:30 and just not come back.

... I could almost get to like that. Almost. It would almost work... except that I'll lose my mind.

More to come tomorrow... if I'm not in prison yet.