Miserable Man Walking

Today, I just walked out again.  I even left work a few minutes early.  I packed up my stuff and made another beeline to the door.  I didn’t turn around.  I didn’t look behind me.  I just grabbed my things and exited my cubicle, not giving a damn who might have been in the immediate vicinity.  Ernie came in today, even though he was supposed to be off today, like he’s supposed to be every Monday.  His presence brought my spirits down just a little, but I did my best not to pay him any mind.  I was able to ignore him for much of, if not, the entire day.  If you ask me, he’s still worthless.

Jackie and I were texting back and forth more than we usually do.  It seems that misery loves company and we’re kind of on the same boat professionally.  She’s unhappy.  I’m unhappy.  I guess we kept each other company throughout the day, as we complained about our respective offices and the people with whom we work.  I’ve always had a tendency to avoid people.  I think that Jackie is gradually seeing the beauty of why I avoid people.  It seems that people aggravate her too.  I don’t even bother to reassure her anymore, because I don’t care about her situation.  Hell, I don’t care about mine either.  I’m just tolerating mine the best I can.  I’m confident that Jackie is battling her workplace the best she can.  I don’t think she’ll resort to killing anyone, but when push comes to shove, I wouldn’t put anything past her.

I thought I had more to write, but it seems that I don’t.  Work was ho hum today, pretty much business as usual.  Within the next three hours, I’ll be asleep and I rest up for whatever nonsense tomorrow may bring.  That means I’ll be having a light dinner shortly before I get ready to call it a night.

As bad as life might seem at the moment, at least I can say that I am on the right side of the dirt.  When you consider the alternative, that’s not necessarily a bad thing.

I can only hope that tomorrow will be better.