Today sucked in a mysterious way. There was no actual terribly awful occurence, but it still had me wanting to bang my head on random objects until unconsciousness ensued. I hate my new job, but I shall persevere. Although, with each file tucked onto the shelves, I can feel another part of my soul die. About 500 parts of my soul died today. *flops over* Filing is teh evil, but hey, I think I'm getting paid $6.50/hr, so bring on the crime document files. I'm ready.