In college I interned briefly at a radio station. I loved the radio and believed at the time my future career needed to directly relate to something I loved.

I thought everything there would feel just like it did listening to my favorite songs, but I soon realized it was just an office. With computers and copy machines and coffee.

They put me at a desk, and no one told me what else to do, so I just sat there listening to nearby co-workers.

“Oh my god, she’s such a bitch,” the nearest woman said.

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