How long would it take to drive to Montana?

The desk I work at sits in the middle of an open concept office. The chattering I once found so distracting is now mostly ignored. The clock sometimes moves but mostly it sits defying me, indicating that I haven't done enough for my daily bread. My morning wish is that I'm distracted enough by the job at hand to be surprised when my co-workers get up for lunch.

I've taken to coming home for lunch but that just means that I leave for work twice in one day.

9:00. "G'morning." "Goomorning." "Norming." "Nogorming."

11:15. "Did you watch the game?" Yes, I watched the game, which means that I saw every play you've just described to me. Yeah, they lost. Yeah, I still believe they'll take the cup. Really? You don't say.

2:30. That one's father is making a stink about having to go outside to smoke at the old age home. That one's kid is sick, again. She has sympathetic hypochondria. "If she uses that tone of voice with me once more..." Apparently there has been wanton paper shredding and the boss is going to find out who.

3:15. I purposely make the coffee really strong. My own little social experiment. I spend the next hour saying only, "Wowee." and "Aw, nuts."

4:30. Everyone runs out of supplies around this time. "Just going to the stockroom." "Has anyone seen my stapler?" They don't fool me.

4:45. I go to the bathroom. The one beside the back door.