I actually kinda, sorta, maybe, possibly liked my job. I'm sure it's just a passing phase...Wait for it...Wait for it...Just did the math and figured out I only made $85 dollars yesterday (before taxes!) to answer the phones, set lunches and burrow around a copier to release paper jam created by the Devil himself. Phew. Back to being disappointed, underemployed and intellectually unfulfilled. That's better.