If you work in America you are suicidal. It's as simple as that. Every gainfully employed person in this country longs for death, pines for it, only survives the day with a deep-down hope for that sweet and final release.
Don't believe me?
"I can't wait until lunch..."
"Is it five yet?"
"Thank god this week is over..."
"Oh, I wish this month would hurry up and end!"
Yes, every working American - especially in the office - is in love with death, the only end to the rat race. Why else would someone wish so strongly for the hours of their own precious life to speed by?