A description of my own personal hell

It starts with a beautiful sunny and breezy day here in Oakland, the first in a long time, the start of a weeklong break from work, trapped inside my cave of an office by IBM Via Voice. Someone please tell the name of the programmer or inventor of this exercise in frustration, so that I may wish on him or her their deserved misfortunes. Now I would rather be doing a million other things like; scrubbing the barnacles off Davy Jones body or writing out my will with my left hand in Hieroglyphics than reading into the microphone this: “I took a large room, far up Broadway, in a huge old building whose upper stories had been wholly, I said wholly, WHOOOLLY, Wwholly, for fuck sake! I said wholly dam it!” I guess Mark Twain is rolling in his grave right now, at least I am not the only one suffering.