I've just been told off for ranting in an open-plan office. I may not express my discontent in such a loud and verbose manner as I have been. It's not the coffee girls' fault that the coffee is over-priced, and it's certainly not their fault that the little brioche buns that should cost about 50p are 4 times the price.

Human sales interfaces should be trained to deal with my sort. I understand why my father expresses his displeasure at dealing with substandards in restaurants and any other kind of vendor.

Has exercising one's basic human right to voice an opinion or object to the plain unjust become the new cantankerous?

I bet it's the HR people sitting next to the coffee bar who complained, they are a pampy looking bunch. I can add HR people along with those in marketing and advertising to the list of people who should hang themselves immediately.

I need to become my own boss, or get as far away from communist office workers as possible.

I went to survey the gym yesterday. It's a super slick gym with more machines then I have ever seen. There are machines I've never heard of, the kayak is one of them. I'll hopefull start today depending on the work load in the office. The gym has a distinct lack of testosterone in the air, which I appreciated. Usually in gyms you have out-of-work-and-high-on-steroids gorillas hogging up the free-weights area, the hierarchy is determined by the diameter of the arms. Not in this gym, no way. It's a corporate gym, city types, and the free-weights area is over-run by fags getting off on each other's sweaty chest.

I won't be found mincing about round the free-weights. Use the machines, get the fuck out.