Here’s the thing about being entry-level.  To be vague, a large percentage of my time at work is spent waiting for other people to approve things.  Somewhere in the country someone is asking for something, and they ask me to provide it for them.  I then forward the request to someone else, who’s waiting on approval from someone else, which always happens at the very last minute.  In between there are 23498734 threads of e-mails, and phone calls, where is it, where is it, people get antsy, and my name is the one that’s attached.  I’m the one that has to appease them while attempting to remain diplomatic, when I really want to say, “This is so effing ridiculous, isn’t it? I know.  But leave me alone.”

Oh well. Still better than Best Buy by a long shot. Like the longest shot, ever.  Holy shit, that shot is long.