I wonder how many of the receptionists I used to look up to as a child were bored and dissatisfied with their lives? It's kind of sad when you think about it, because it seemed like to coolest job and they all seemed so happy, but if I think about it, most of them were probably about my age and probably meant to do something else with themselves. Just like me. Alas.
Apparently this is the morning for depressive dwelling on what may have been.