My own comfort level is fucking ZERO because the people who can actually fix things are at home doing bonghits or sleeping and not answering the phone, and I am the "point of contact". This means that I keep getting harassed/paged/sobbed at by people who can't use the broken crap that Captain Cannabis and the All-Night Vodka Patrol wrote.
So basically I'm here being a pissed-off secretary for a lot of partying 20somethings who are at home having sex and drugs and ignoring their jobs.
You know, there isn't any waiting period for shotguns.
