Menhit: She who Slaughters.

There is one entrance to our office at work; through a set of automated doors (although only one door actually moves). This entrance/ exit is universal, used by staff and students alike. So why, when this is obvious, do the obnoxious students find it a good idea to stand infront of said door, in droves, with their cameras out, snapping pictures of themselves pulling idiotic faces while waiting for their tutor to let them into a room?
Why, when asked to move, do they completely ignore the small voice behind them, glancing briefly at the ginger girl in a black and white dress before turning back round and continuing to pretend that they’re Kate Moss?
Is it too much to ask that they step aside for perhaps 5 seconds while someone skates around them on her way back to her office, where she will sit, for another 5 hours, infront of a computer that hates her with everything it has nestled away in its motherboard, trying to do her job that enables them to sit in a room that has everything they need?

I have another month and 9 days left of this place. I would say I’ll miss it, but I know I wont. A few of the people there I’ll miss, yes, but nothing else of this place. I will not miss the computer that waits until I need to use it and then breaks (sometimes frying it’s own hard drive in a fit of spite and hatred, just so it can gloat at me when I stare at it in shock). Nor will I miss the printer that breaks even more than my computer (the printer seems to respond well to being kicked and sworn at, as my boss has demonstrated). I will actually be glad on the day I leave, as it means I will never have to see her face anymore, popping round the side of her pc, pulling that face that makes me wonder whether she is smiling at me, or grimacing (I have to admit, I’ve gotten pretty good knowing what facial expression she wants as a response).

I'm probably being too mean about the whole thing. It's not the colleges fault that the electronics of our out of the way office don't work. There are good parts about the place too. Like the cake, and the thank you emails I get when I've helped someone out. There's also the one person that comes to see me instead of emailing me, the one with the nice voice and beautiful eyes.

Those things I will miss.

Those things I will miss an awful lot.