Going to hell on a swivel chair

My day started well, but somewhere along the way it's become a complete waste of makeup. I have lots of work. So do a lot of other people. Which is why I rarely spend time moaning about it, but today is the exception. Too much to do, too many stupid people in the workplace, and whilst I'm whinging it seems silly not to point out that I need better renumuration for what I do.

And I've just bitten into an unripe pear and frankly it was the last straw and made me a bit tearful.