OK, I'll just set the building on fire

Yes, here we all are. After years of hard work, papers, speeches, midterms, finals, psycho professors, costly tuition and over priced books and oogles of tax payer's dollars later (for those who went to state universities) this is what we have to show for it. A desk, maybe even a cubicle and for those lucky few, an office! Ah yes, workin for the man (or woman) is glory and triumph in its finest. How many people went up in front of their first grade classroom and said "I want to be a benefits specialist when I grow up" or "I wanna be a work comp claims processor", or 'I'm gonna be a dispatcher!" or even, "My dream is to become a glorified secretary who is only acknowledged as an office assistant A.K.A. Everyone's Bitch", that's right I said it.

Am I making fun of anyone, absolutely not. My first job outside of college, was actually one of those previously mentioned and friends of mine who also have professional degrees were or are the others. In the end, until we follow the gradual promotion pipeline, suck major ass, or both we are all just Milton's running around wondering where our paycheck is and what shoddy task we will be assigned next. Oh, where are the matches when you need them!!