One Day...

• I'll be able to look back on this and laugh.
• Every hour I've put in babysitting computers will be paid back tenfold...and not by monetary means.
• I will sit in an office belonging to someone who my current self would call a "big wig" and he or she will ask me about my time interning for the Associated Press. I'll say something witty about how cold it was or "boy the hours sure did suck," but at the end of the interview Mrs./Mr. Big Wig will shake my hand and I'll leave the office thinking pretty highly of myself.
• This job will yield something other than time to watch movies and read.

The fact of the matter is I am on the eve of the biggest thing to happen to this city and country in the last who knows how many years and I've officially exhausted the episodes of House I can watch for free online.
I'm not upset that I'm stuck here, honestly I couldn't be happier. Unless of course I was in my warm bed, watching protesters sleep, or even not shivering. I do know that my time put in here will mean something to someone someday; just not now.
One day I'll be glad I did this.