Two minutes gone

Every day I come into work my computer clock reads two minutes faster than the phone clock-no matter how many times I change it. The phone clock is always 5 minutes slower than the factory clock, and I assume the factory clock is, at present time, on solar time as put forth by Mr. President Bush the second. I'm sure it's incorrect.
Every day, I change the time on my computer to read the phone clock time. All office personnel read the phone clock time and this is the time lunch and the work day is set by. Well, to everyone except the receptionist. She says that she goes by her computer time, which is also actually 5 minutes faster than the phone time. Now, if I go to lunch at 11:30am my phone time and she is expecting to go to lunch at 12:30pm her computer time, do you really think I am going to know that? I just found this out the other day people. She knows the times are not the same. Needless to say, she always gets 10 extra minutes of lunch, and I'm out 3 minutes. Doesn't seem to make sense. She goes to lunch when I come back-which is 3 minutes (I split the difference) prior to the time I should. Three minutes extra IF she came back at 1:30 phone time. But she doesn't. She comes back 1:30 computer time...and then adds an extra 2 minutes for 'good' measure. She waddles her fat ass into the building, sets down her belongings, goes into the back to do what ever it is she is doing (making wild monkey sex with the copy machine?) then proceeds to waddle back to the receptionist desk so I can go back to mine. Granted, it's not like I am doing much work at the receptionist desk as compared to my own desk, it's just the point of the matter that she is now digging into time that I could be using wisely; for once at the receptionist desk, you are pretty much chained there. Not to mention she gets an extra 10 minute lunch break while I suffer through her smelliness at the desk she occupies.
The real point of the matter is, do I lose two minutes every day, and if I do, what happens to them? Two minutes over time adds up. I could eventually lose a year of my life. Life is already too short; for you don't know when it's going to end (unless you take your own life). I was watching a snippet of that show where the house is torn down and rebuilt with Ty somebody or other. Usually for a good cause. Anyway, I guess the family had lost the father due to a road accident by the house (I don't know the whole story-didn't watch it all) and the mother was saying something on the lines of "It's better to live your life because you can't chose the way you die." Ummm...yes you can. You can chose to go into that burning fire to save a puppy knowing full well the building will collapse upon you. You can chose to take a plane into the mouth of an alien space craft because that is the only way to destroy it. You can chose to use a stronger rope around your neck as you kick the stool from under your feet. Whatever the occasion, you do have a choice, it's just if you actually follow through with it or not.
Eh, whatever, the pain in my ass is traveling to my brain...