On this side it's dark. This is where the self-haters live. I cannot turn the music up loud enough to block my co-workers out. The are reveling in the sunny Friday afternoon. Everything is lovely, because in just a few hours they will fly out of here to their beautiful houses and families. And that's worth a laugh; it's worth some cheerful jokes. And as the afternoon progresses the noise level goes up, and the jubilant mood sweeps through the office landscape.
No one cares about the morose, mousy little girl, shrinking into her cube, trying so hard not to hear their hateful happiness.