I need some mental health. One of my most hated responsibilities, as holder of the company credit card, is to book travel for our salesmen. There is a major trade show for our industry that comes up every year and every year it is the bane of my existence, because they take forever to decide who is going to go, when they want to leave/return, if spouses are invited are not, etc., etc. One guy changed his mind so many times about whether he would take his wife, and refused to believe there was not a direct flight that somehow Expedia, the biggest travel site, didn't know about...I finally got him booked and happy after like 2 weeks of him hem hawing and going back and forth. He just came in and decided he wants to change his flight to Saturday.