fluorescidal (/fl?r?sa?dl?/) (adj.): 1. compelled to destroy fluorescent lights; 2. marked by an impulse to commit suicide due to overexposure to fluorescent lights

A quick check of the Google corpus confirms that I coined this term today, but I’m fairly certain that all of us office monkeys end up overwhelmed by either sense one or sense two (depending on one’s personality) from time to time. For me, it’s a major element of the soul-murder that is my desk job. I like to complain a lot, and I think most of my readership is aware that my job is fairly cushy and significantly better than a lot of comparable positions at a lot of other firms, but I will maintain that the combination of abundant free caffeine, an office culture of overeating, and the insistent, brutalizing, cold, slightly stroboscopic light under which “work” is “done” is inherently bad for both physical and mental health. What good is having a job where I’m free to write blog posts if I can’t focus enough to even finish my