Window

Windows.
They are a pretty great invention.
I bet you take advantage of them all the time.
Imagine a world without windows. Obviously you wouldn't be able to drive a car but you'd never know who or what was knocking on your door on a dark and stormy night. You'd go to bed with no perception of time. You'd be forced to open your door just to know if the sun is shining or if it's raining. Of course there's always t.v. but damn, a 20 minute drive from one side of town to the other can show a differential in weather. So windows are the next best things to get an eyeful of things.
Here at work, in a call centre, I face a nice large white wall. (besides my computer monitor) I rarely get to see the light of day because no one wants to open the blinds because of the reflection it causes to the computer monitors. With winter here I am lucky to see daylight for about 15-20 minutes a day (that would be my drive to work)
Lunch would be my time for sun. I go into the cafeteria, plop my butt next to a window and munch away happily staring at the bright sun burning my cornea's. Our offices are also kept at a low temperature, so I also use this time to warm up my extremities, before they suffer from frost bite and fall off.
This is where my problem starts. Over the course of the past couple of weeks other people also like to enjoy a nice seat next to the window. However for some reason, they suffer a severe allergic reaction from the sun, or some very deep seated fear of the sun, that they close the fucking blinds.

In fear of further perpetuating the rumour that I am a troll bitch sent from hell to make everyone miserable, I allow it to happen. But then there I am, eating my soggy sandwich, drowning in my sorrows within the shadows, cursing everyone and everything.

There is a small pot of gold at the end of my rainbow however, (maybe not gold, but some nice shiny pennies) I have a nice desktop of a picture I took at the lake when the weather was 100 degrees and about 80% humid. Now if I could get heat and cancer rays to eminate from the monitor and give me a glowing tan, then I would be happy as a pig in poop.