A typical post-day-in-the-office entry.

It was recently discovered that two people in my department have formed an unlikely couple. What's really irritating, aside from the possibilities of brain damage via accidental visualization of the two of them "together," is that they are still behaving as though their relationship is a cleverly kept secret. It's sort of obnoxious.

EVERYONE KNOWS, I want to tell them. Don't play the leaving/arriving separately game. It's just unnecessary. When I ask you about your weekend, you can tell me what you did and with whom without being so evasive.

I'm not saying they should flaunt their relationship, by you know, making out in their cubes or canoodling in the breakroom or something. I just think all of the undercover passion on the run b.s. has got to stop.

***

I know I'm not the only one who kind of likes reading about unhappy bloggers. I think it's only natural. We want to read about other people's failures, misery and heartbreak so we can feel better about ourselves. It's especially satisfying when you're reading about the shortcomings/missteps of a person who is seemingly happy and content.

It's not that I rejoice, exactly, when I read these blogs. That's not the feeling. Trust me, it's not personal at all. It's just that sometimes I like to know that I'm not the only one struggling with things. You know? I like knowing I'm not alone.

So my gift to you today is this: I am still miserable with my job. I work from home and I should be happy because I can pay my bills, go on vacation and shop whenever I want, but I AM NOT HAPPY. I know I am an ungrateful, whiny bitch, but I AM STILL MISERABLE with my job. I AM ROTTING IN IT. I have not found the perfect thing to do that makes my heart sing and greet each day with passion and excitement. I am still searching, and it will probably be a long, long search. You are not alone.