Pissed

So I'm still in the office planning to skip lunch yet again cos the workload is still piling up while the regulars have gone out for their customary 2-hour lunch (religiously avoiding the SAF Cookhouse again, understandably). There is a heck lot of work to be done because of the recent catastrophic Asian tsunamis, and as usual most of the buren falls to the NSFs. Good gosh, I'd join the Army for the good money, if only I could stand its corrosive effects on the human soul.

At least, in the working world, you can be (slightly) sure your boss got ahead of you by either being good or pulling off something sufficiently skillful or weaselly to deserve moving up the ladder. Here, you're not so sure.