Dark Days

My office is so cold that I’m starting to get the sneaking suspicion that this is a new tactic of the corporate machine to make us hate our jobs even more. Isn't it enough that we whisper empty, reassuring phrases to ourselves like “Hump Day means it’s almost Friday!”. Or that we nurse ourselves in Happy Hour drinks, pretending that the buzz is like our mother’s sweet caress? Must you break us even more? (I may or may not be reading Hunger Games, so bare with my “REVOLUTION!” tone.) I feel like they found the equivalent of undetectable water torture with this. Glancing down my toes are turning a corpse hue of blue, and when trying to wiggle them they move...