No one loves me today, at all, and I am not exaggerating.

Monday is my last day of work, and we're going out for lunch in my office, except I thought lunch was today, so I didn't bring a lunch. I emailed James to ask if he wanted to go to Quizno's with me. But James can't go for lunch with me today because it is his boss's birthday, and he has an obligatory boss-birthday lunch event to attend.

I emailed him back:

I am probably having the saddest day ever. Qiuzno's by myself? Maybe if I ask nicely and tell them about my skills, they'll let me work there, and then I can become really really fat and get free subs.

And it's true.

Saddest day ever. For the past 24 hours, I have been feeling really under-appreciated, specifically on two fronts: (a) jokes. I make funny jokes at work, and either no one thinks they're funny, which is terrible; or people do think they're funny, which is worse. (b) cynicism. I don't think it's too much to ask that my worldview be taken seriously by other people. I keep running into this, day after day. It's not that I want to convert anyone. I just want to get through a whole day without anyone condescendingly treating me like I'm a moron.

Two "weltschmerz" posts in a row? OH NOES! Abandon blog-ship!