Dumbasses & Doughnuts in The Paper Chase

  • Feb. 10, 2026, 3:22 a.m.
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As is typically the case for her every morning, Kyra can never seem to come into the office quietly, sit her ass down, and promptly get to work. She always has to make a spectacle of herself because everyone in the immediate vicinity just has to know that she has arrived because apparently no one else's day can officially start until they acknowledge that she has entered the building.  She came into the office this morning, at first, bitching about how she had somehow lost her voice over the weekend.  My first thought was...

Great, that means that I won't have to listen to you and your useless drivel for the duration of the day and I can finally get some work done.

It's been several years since I did anything to completely lose my voice, though if there was anything I could do to make it happen in an instant, I would do it.  It was always my understanding that when one loses their voice, they should rest and relax and not do anything that might strain their voice even further.  Part of that rest, at least to me, would entail, oh I don't know, not talking and otherwise shutting the hell up.  Oh no, not Kyra.  This bitch, at least for what seemed like the better part of two hours, could not manage even for a few moments to shut the fuck up.  She went on and on, mostly about nothing, which is typical for her.  I think she tried talking about the Super Bowl yesterday, but I didn't bother to listen to her because I had stopped giving a fuck.  Even if I had decided to listen to her, it wouldn't have been anything worth listening to.  Her voice, even when she is healthy, is just annoying to listen to and truth be told, she NEVER says anything of substance anyway.  Kyra remains useless.  Even when she loses her voice, she can't seem to shut the fuck up.    

Zero progress has been made with regards to identifying the pothead in the office.  I don't think anyone is necessarily counting down the days before this person is caught, but I think a lot of us are just waiting for the confirmation that the culprit was in fact, a member of security.  The door leading to the men's room still has that faint scent of marijuana, but I have yet to detect any such scent inside of the actual restroom.  I'm not looking to smell that in the restroom, but it wouldn't surprise me if I were to go into the men's room tomorrow morning and the smell of marijuana would be there, just waiting to greet me.     

Somebody brought in a dozen Krispy Kreme doughnuts to the office last week.  I think it was Thursday.  I ate a single doughnut, but the challenge was not tracking down that box and eating a second or even a third one.  It's been my finding that I can't eat just one Krispy Kreme doughnut and be satisfied.  Still, I kept it together and didn't bother trying to find that box of Krispy Kremes.  Thank you, Ozempic.  Actually, I think it was more my laziness than the Ozempic, but either way, I only ate the one doughnut.  I know I could've eaten three or even four of them, but I didn't.  I was just too lazy to get up and look for that box of doughnuts.  Maybe that was for the best?  Do I really need those empty calories?  I don't, but damn, those doughnuts are so good.      

I'm not expecting free doughnuts in the office tomorrow, or really, any other type of free food.  Sometimes, Morie will bring in bagels and she always makes it a point to bring me a plain one, but I just don't see her doing the bagel thing tomorrow.  No free plain bagel for me, which is just as well.  I shouldn't be eating bread or really any other kind of baked or cooked dough. 

I'll be headed to bed soon, so that I can rest and get my energy back for another fun day in the office and being around morons.  I tell you.  If it wasn't for that paycheck and the tons of overtime on it, I don't think I'd bother applying myself more than I already do.  Then again, I should just be grateful that I have a job and one that is willing to pay me to come in early and even on the weekends and compensate me for all my time and effort.         

I dunno.  It could always be worse.  I could be unemployed and write entries about blocking users on Prosebox.         

Full-time employment...it's fantastic.  


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