the day i got to work early

I got to work early today. On a likert type scale with 1 being totally upset, angry and depressed and 10 being happy on a roller coaster of flowers and puppies, I was at a 2. My face looked like this (pictured below, right).




But then I learned that arriving early at work means I get to witness other people arriving at work, as my cube is located next to the elevators of pain and sorrow. A perfect example:
In comes...Martha (name changed to protect self) with a huge smile and she says, (smiling like Jack Nicholson in that scary movie from the 70's with that freaky kid and there was like, a bunny costume or something, the whole time)



"Good Morning Sheila. GOOD MORNING TO THE WORLD'S MOST HORRIBLE JOB." (exact quote).



Now my face looks like this (the pic where I look totally freaked out- in a "that lady just freaked me out way").



I guess there are people who hate their jobs more than me! Funny thing about that is Martha doesn't work in a cube. She has an office. With a window! Harumph!


Coming to work early is too illuminating. I prefer the comfort of detached and witless oblivion. Never again.