"Say Nothing, Lover"

Title taken from a previous poem.
This is my 2nd annual Valentine Sonnet, with the same percentage of fiction as last year's.

( French Sonnet )

Thankful {grind teeth} Thursday {clench jaw}

-It's just a job.
-The happiness she gets from eating her tuna salad sandwich across from me is greater than the annoyance the smell brings me. Proof that I'm a kind person, right? {grimace}
-I have a stunning view. That's why the co-worker that I can't stand is constantly coming up to stand behind my chair. See, I'm an understanding person!
-Hey, there's work! Double because I'm the only one here!
-All emotional states are temporary.
-The later sunsets mean that I'm getting home while it's still light out, and they play tricks on my sense of the day's passage. And since I couldn't leave for lunch, I get to go home at five! EDIT: Some confusion about who is setting the alarm & locking up means that I may not get to leave at five.

and

*my boss sent me a joke email to make me smile, and I did