Not-so-happy daisy
I don't really like to complain about work here. If you're sitting in a cube under flourescent lights surrounded by mounds of paperwork and a constantly ringing phone, your job pretty much sucks and there's not much more you can say about it.
Fran gave me this pretty gerber daisy yesterday. It would seem this office is not just sucking the life out of me. This is just pathetic. It looks like it's pleading to the flowers on my calendar for a quick and painless death.
