Despite all my rage...

Tonight I work security. I'd expected to be prowling the premises every so often in search of ne'er-do-wells and miscreants to prod with a manly truncheon.

Such is not my lot. While I have spent the last hour and a half trying to verify a principle of Archimedes, it is distracting to be locked in a closet with a phone in case something should happen. Troublemakers would then fear the wrath of my Nokia, I tell you.

There are others here, providing a community service to those unfortunates chained to the bottle at this hour and in need of safe return to that place they might call home, but they are not my intellectual equals.

There is no one here to help me, save a semi-functional Dell that serves as a link to the world outside of my prison. Meanwhile, I try to discover what roll density plays in specific gravity, and how that might help me unravel the workings of Archimedes.