Aaargh!

Angry. That's all that is me nowadays. Specially when I walk through the office entrance, please check my bag, thank you for passing it through the X-ray machine, I should pick up some breakfast and head up. Why, I ask? The LCD panel glows with glee. I like the smooth non-reflective surface, encased in crisp black plastic. The machine hums away, the fan spewing hot air, because I am churning Fast Fourier transforms. Not that I know anything about that. But I am still mad at the world. Can't escape the matrix. Every day is a mirror of the day before. I was supposed to change the world. Make it a better place. Beat everyone to the invention curve. Someone had me swindled. Learning all those crop cycles in geography. And the size of a brick in the Indus Valley Civilization. If all I needed to know was how to color a button red, then why, I ask? Sucks. Top to bottom. I sit there, having my morning coffee. The apple strudel is a bit too sweet. But then there's Jim singing in the back of my head, "The face in the mirror won't stop The girl in the window won't drop". Don't know why - have not heard the song in ages. Something about this frustration that brings it forth. A random iPod in my head.Doesn't solve anything. Don't want to move to Warren, but my company wants to. Don't want to support stupid people, but my company wants to. They even think people may read up my books on Java and learn about company secrets, but it's OK to leave code around. Intellectual property rights are standing outside the door. Insanity is having tea with us tonight.