Literally...the stuff nightmares are made of...

It's like everytime I walk through this door and my brain just turns off. I prefer not to think between the four walls that this door is the entrance too. Ugh. I can't complain though because I do have a job and that is more than many, whom really need to be able to, can say. I'm just saying....there should be some kind of movement that revolutionizes office practices.