Important person sensor.

Mercifully, there is music to listen to and words to read. I've had an awful couple of weeks of work. So negative and depleting. I've started to dread the days. Tired beyond repair...

I plug the music into my ears and read words which some lovely people have strung together skillfully into novels and books and it suffocates all the other crud into disappearing for a while. Without music and books to replace my reality, I guess I'd be drinking gin straight from the bottle as the train careened me towards work each morning. Or freebasing chocolate?

Last night, I had a dream I was a nurse, surrounded by old and sick patients in wheelchairs. They were hungry and wanted food and medicine. I handed them dirty ashtrays.

That about sums it up.

A man got on the elevator this morning. He was so self-important, that despite there being 7 other people on the elevator (him being the last on), and despite the fact the he was going to the top floor out of 33 floors, he stood directly in front of the doors and stepped off at the first stop, assuming it would naturally escort him to the floor he needed before everyone else. Yes sir, the elevator has an important person sensor and will do your bidding directly! You don't have to wait for all us other chumps on floors below you to get off. Why would you when you've got buttons to punch on your Blackberry and tasks to delegate?

Who looked like a moron striding off the elevator and then scrambling to get back on? The big important business man, that's who.