An all time low

Sadly Hitting the high notes is my first pathetic attempt at a 'creative outlet'. Like most people in the Western world, I'm a human cyborg, born and bread for the sole purpose of making someone else rich.
I have an unbearable job with one of 'The Big Four' whatever the hell that means, and I work with a group of souless tin gods, who believe that eating a salad accompanied with a dressing of balsamic vinegar is the equivalent of dining in a michelin stared resaturant.
To put it plainly my life is unbearable. And I thought it unfair that I should suffer alone, so here I am spreading the love.
Thank God it's friday tomorrow, I need some time away from my colleagues, one more day of hearing my works mates discuss the temperature of their tea, and I might not make it back to write a future blog.
I'm off to drown in my own misery. What else is there to do?