things at work are weird. there are cliques. which are normal, i guess, actually. i mean, every office has them, i suppose. like how at my last job, the engineers didn’t hang around with the sales department and sales didn’t really hang out with production and no one hung out with accounting. yeah, guess what department i was in. here in my current sitch, we essentially have a very linear setup, in which everyone is pretty much on the same level, and i hover just below that level, with a few quasi-sorta below me and me kinda floating above everyone in the lineup but beneath management. only not really. but sorta. anyway, point being there’s no real reason for anyone to feel superior or inferior and yet i get left out of a lot of $hit. the other day, it became strikingly obvious. about half the staff was out for various reasons, so the place has been quiet. the absense is well-known; no one’s coming and and saying, “hey, where are they?” so when i came in and passed desk after desk with starbucks on it (regardless of the fact that the desks i was passing were those belonging to people that would be in later and weren’t in presently) and then got to mine and it was empty, something had to be said. and so i did.

and the guilty party seemed to feel adequately ashamed, and in fact later that same morning departed and returned with starbucks for me and yet still, every day since, i hear the starcrack addicts make the rounds, ask who wants what and then leave for the house of worship, leaving me decaffinated and thirsty.

people suck.