A Sea of Things I Hate

About my job, just to clarify.

I hate sitting in a chair all day that I swear leans slightly forwards, making it hard to stay on.
I hate staring at a computer screen for eight hours.
I hate that the only colour of pens we can use are blue, red and black.
I hate that I keep running out of big paper clips, and the supply bin is constantly out.
I hate being put on switchboard and still being expected to get my usual amount of work done.
I hate when I'm asking a question and as I'm asking I realize the rather obvious answer.
I hate the soapy way the bathroom smells.
I hate office gossip. Seriously. Leave the poor woman's balding head alone.
I hate how the IT guys just always seem like they're having a party in their shared room.
I hate how small my cubicle is.
I hate how square my cubicle is.
I hate taking notes, and I hate how I don't.
I hate how I always lose my sticky notes under the piles of things on my desk right when I need them the most.
I hate forgetting to bring a granola bar when my stomach decides to eat itself.
I hate wearing heels, and forgetting to bring other shoes just in case I remember I hate wearing heels.
I hate how huge our rates binders are.
I hate how right when I pull the last file out of the bin, and then look back at the absolute perfectness of a beautiful bin, and underwriter walks past and casually drops thirty more folders in.
I hate that brokers don't know what they're doing. I mean, don't they have to be certified to do this? Who's teaching this class?
I hate when my last battery for my mp3 dies and I'm stuck with the sounds of typing, sneezing, coughing, talking and the furnace. Occasionally the printer. Drives me mad.
I hate when I'm too tired to focus, or too awake to stay still.
I hate when I forget that caffiene makes me jittery, and buy the tall pumpkin spice frapuccino blended coffee.
I hate that I can't hum, or sing to my music, cause it's distracting to other people.
I hate when other people hum or sing to their music, cause it's distracting.
I hate when I need to locate a file, and it's been misfiled.
I hate how repetitive data entry is.
I hate when a broker faxes something to you and all the words form one black blot and you can't read anything.
I hate when the broker decides to practice doctor writing on the form. Seriously. I'm not a pharmacist.
I hate when the broker decides I can guess what the postal code is. Or the street name. Or even the location.
I hate when half the office leaves at 4, and I'm stuck here 'til 4:30.
I hate when the claims department recieves a cake, and leaves it on the desk next to mine with the lid off. As the smell wafts around the office, they make sure we all know it's only for the claims department.
I hate when I'm pulling mail and the person who sent the nice sheetly of paper just happened to forget the policy number, so I have to guess which policy it's for.
I hate that everyone in the office seems to be freezing so they turn up the heat and then I simply melt.
I hate that the only freezing cold corner in the building is where all the folders are kept.
I hate that I only get every third friday off.
I hate that I can't wear jeans to work.

I love the moment that I step out the door, into the fresh cold air, and forget about work. Until tomorrow.