I don’t get it. Why do I have to wear three layers of clothes in southern California? Why don’t the heaters work? Why are the staff, the paper-pushers, the cleaning ladies, the haughty office administrators who have nothing to do except build paper clip towers getting paid? Why the hell is it cold? I thought I would be subjected to that when I got home (where there is actually a winter) and not here.
And good God, I’ve noticed today that some people are so whiney they’re dangerously straying toward bitchy. Why can’t they just go away and leave me in peace?