New Place Day One, Mood: Sharpening the Knife

See that picture. That’s my new existance. Not only is my direct manager four feet away, but my E.D. is about eight. My manager actually faces my back all damn day. That is the suckiest thing I could imagine. Talk about micromanagment. I should have brought some sage and florida water in here and gave my space a good once over. My E.D. probably wouldn’t like that, she’d rather an official style cleaning. I may need to bring an exorcist in. To top all of this off, I may have mentioned that I have an aversion to artificial light and I wear my shades constantly. Well, I now sit under the worst ones, flourescents. The artificial buzzing demon as I like to call them. When I was in high school they used to give me headaches and people would think I was weird cause I kept asking why no one else could hear them. I don’t know what happened to my desk pumpkin, luckily I don’t care either so that works out. Downside is I can’t throw it now. Bummer. I am Jack’s raging bile duct (Fight Club). If there is an upside it’s that I have better access to steal office supplies now. That has to count for something.