My wife came home from work the other day, said she was sick of the cube farm sitting in front of a computer screen for eleven hours a day with impossible dealines to meet set by senior management . She looked very tired, in fact absloutely exhausted, so much so she could barely conduct a conversation. She said it was ok for me as I didn't have to sit in front of a computer all day.
The next day at work, I sat in front of my computer screen, considered the view from my office window, which had changed from the last time I'd looked. I was asked if I would like a cup of coffee, I accepted and advised that TOD was in 10 minutes. After landing I rebooted my computer and departed for home.
That evening I told my wife of my day at work and she advised me that she had quit her job, that she couldn't stand it any longer. At first I was a little concerned about money as her job paid considerably more than mine, but then I noticed how happy she was and figured we'd work it out.
Love My Job? bet your sweet ass I do!
