Criminal Justice Babe: Your new office sucks.
The Temp: Thank you.
Criminal Justice Babe: Why’d you move in here?
The Temp: Some are born with shitty offices, some achieve shitty offices and some have shitty offices thrust upon ’em.
Criminal Justice Babe: It’s really small.
The Temp: It has one redeeming feature.
Criminal Justice Babe: And that is?
The Temp: (Points at self with both thumbs) THIS GUY.
Criminal Justice Babe: … Who are you pointing at?
The Temp: Myself.
Criminal Justice Babe: I thought you were pointing at the wall.
The Temp: I have to get out of here. I wish I was in love with you or anybody or anything external to myself. I desperately want to find something external to myself to be fascinated with but I have found nothing that can sustain my interest. Or more accurately, I cannot sustain my interest in anything and it is killing me.