Somehow the sun, my blinds, and the hideously nineties era design of my office building came together a few days ago to form this heart-shaped light spot on the wall just above my desk. The weird thing about that is, and I know that I don't talk about this very often, I hate my job. So this heart seems... Out of place. At best.
Today I did enjoy the morning bagels in the break room, and I was pleased by the afternoon cupcake delivery. But not even the evening pastry box made me feel that I love anything here enough to deserve a miracle from the combined efforts of nature and industry to emblazon a heart on my desk wall. It's like if Jesus appeared in my French Toast. I'm not the right audience for that. Although, a heart on my French Toast... Or my bacon... Perhaps my morning coffee... That would be appropriate. That would be love.
