It’s official today: I’m not happy with my job. It’s been almost exactly a month and I feel like coming to work equals going to the hole. You know, like in prison when you “go to the hole” for whatever bad thing you did. I’m fairly sure going to work shouldn’t feel like going to prison. Mostly I hate the climate here. Everyone walks around in slacks, ties and acts like they really like each other, which is bullshit. We all hate each other and this place. People buy cookies from whatever dumb parent got sucked into selling them for their dumb kids and it becomes a competition of who’s cubical list has the most names. Oh. My. Fucking. God. I do not want to buy cookies for any cause. I lied when I said I would. Lied! I don’t like causes in general, especially when they benefit kids!