Mood: Thinking about the sweet, silent vacuum of space.
Current Status: Rewriting the "Personal Boundaries" section of the employee handbook.
02:00 PM: I've started a "Trope Jar" on my desk. Every time an Alpha says something like "You're mine to protect," they have to put in $50. Every time an Omega "trips" into someone's arms, it's $20.
05:00 PM: Mr. Kim asked me if I ever feel "lonely" as a Beta, unable to experience the "peak of biological connection." I looked him dead in the eye while I processed a $10,000 wire transfer to my personal retirement fund.
Me: "Sir, I have a 5-star rating on DoorDash and a soundproof apartment. I am experiencing the peak of human civilization. Do you want this report or not?"
05:05 PM: The jar is currently at $480. I'm going to use it to buy a noise-canceling earplugs so I don't have to hear the dramatic gasping from the cubicle next to me.
Daily Win: I found a way to write off my industrial-strength earplugs as "Office Supplies."