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As usual, I am bored again at work. My co-worker got to go to St George to work on a case so I'm all alone. And it's even worse because my cubicle is on the bottom floor of the building away from any other workers. I'm not even joking! There's a group of people across the hall, but they keep their door closed (and they were mean to us because apparently we used their printer and that's bad because they really use it a lot and can't be interrupted by our 5-10 pages a day of printing - so we don't talk to them anyway). The only others are the janitors, and sometimes I wonder if they feel like the bottom dwellers, so they don't want to hang out with us - or maybe they just don't like me.

I'm just sitting here alone with my red stapler - it's a Swingline! (Seriously I don't have a red Swingline, but that's totally how I feel and I think I may have to purchase myself one). --It's sad to say, but my work life does totally resemble Office Space--



The best part about my office is that we are located right next to the office gym. And since there is no insulation in the walls or ceiling, we get to enjoy the gym goers watching movies. All I can hear is loud muffled noises, so it annoys me. Also, there are two men that work out regularly and talk SO LOUD I want to scream at them. I really don't think they realize how loud they are talking as well as how much information I can hear. It's probably confidential stuff and I could use it for leverage to get myself that red Swingline!