Love the coffee, hate the coffee-induced rage. Oh wait, that's just the clients and the co-workers doing what they do best- making me regret going to college and becoming "successful". Makes me wistfully remember shoveling horse poop and tossing hay bales. Sure, the mosquitoes ate you alive and you smelled like a barn all the time, but then again there weren't self-important lawyers, architects, and glorified subcontractor pissing on you hour after hour.

I shouldn't complain. Life's not that bad, all things considered. I mean sure, I have no respect for my boss, I'm going through a divorce, my internal monolog won't shut up, and I my hairline may be receding at a stress-induced rate, but at least I have my dry wit and total lack of humility.