Anger!

Forget The Devil Wears Prada. Forget evil bosses and size 2 coworkers. My real beef with Conde Nast (Elias Clark in the book/movie) is their impossible careers application program. You can upload your resume, but it hardly pulls any information from it and you just have to keep adding and correcting info. And then you can't save and come back to it, so I had to write up a cover letter in a flash and submit it so as not to leave the window open all day and so I could avoid having to re-enter all the 0ther 9 out of 10 steps in the application process. The worst part is that it really probably won't go anywhere, because I only applied for an open recruiting position that doesn't actually exist. Argh!!