You know, it hit me today how depressing my job can be. I get paid $xx,xxx a year to tell some high paid exec whose butt I have to kiss that the reason he doesn't have e-mail from yesterday and today is that he didn't plug in his docking station. Then watching the empty look he gives me when I ask him if he had noticed that he never got a login this morning. Or telling that same secretary every week how to change her e-mail profile, because someone sits there when she takes her one day a week off. Or having to work side by side with my witch, know it all, ignorant, never shuts up, can't finish the stinking job, glory hound, butt-kissing machine of a coworker.

But then again, someone could actually ask me to do real work too.