Work.

All of the receptionists are women. Excuse me. All of the office managers are women. We all get here at 8am and we all leave at 5pm. No one would get their mail, or send any mail, or have anything to eat, or read any papers or magazines, or be able to email anyone, or be able to refresh their fucking internet browsers, or have clean coffee cups, or fix things when they break, or make appointments. (Well, they probably could do these things on their own). A lot of the women are overweight too. Like they have been sitting at desks their whole life. And wearing the same clothes. And getting older. Or maybe they just started, when their kids grew up and moved out of the house. There is one girl who looks like she is younger than me and SUPER hip and there is one older woman who looks like she's had some work done and she is also SUPER hip. Like she should be on some 'real housewives' show. She might not be an office manager either...for all I know she's some kind of mogul. All I know is that we all get here at 8am, and the ratio of man to woman is like 1 to 30.

My boss just called. It's 11:24 am. I have been here for three and a half hours. He's stuck at the car dealership and won't be in until later. He usually doesn't get here until between 10:30 and noon anyways. He leaves around 3:30 or 4. To beat the traffic. He's at the car dealership right now. I think he's exchanging his car because the lease is up on his BMW.