Kafkaesque

I'm generally fine with accepting pointless bureaucracy in everyday life. It only becomes frustrating (and slightly amusing) when secretaries, administrators and 'coordinators' start to give illogical answers to my really straightforward questions, in their futile efforts to disguise laziness, impersonality and ineffiency in a permanent and infinitesimal world of mundane and mindless striving. Usually, it takes the simplest of all questions to exploit the vein of the comedy and pathos of these workers' inner insecurity. You can't really fault them though; no one really knows who they are working for, in this nightmare of blind alleys.

Time to sleep =p