I loathe the building itself

Sometimes as i walk down the ugly halls of the building i unfortunately have to call my place of work i run my nails across the walls when no one is looking. In my mind my nails are made of sharp metal (a la Wolverine) or theyre really long with acid in them (a la Pythona) and i slice and melt the walls as i make my way down the hall and the building collapses behind me. Just recently a co worker saw me  get into what in my mind was a "back flip kick the wall" position in an effort to "put a hole in the wall", it was awkward...

Other times i think i wonder what will be of this building in a hundred years. Sometimes I envision it underwater and i think it would look pretty cool. Maybe this means im a little too obsessed with Titanic. 

I loathe the building itself. There are so many mean people there, so many leeches and so much sadness. Sometimes i feel like the people i work with are leeches and if i'm not careful they will drain the life out of me all at once. They're surely draining it little by little.