May your boss rest well down in Hell tonight…

Here’s hoping you don’t have to sit six feet away from the boss for 40 hours a week. Hell, that’s more quality time than I even get to spend with my own wife. The wife and I say goodbye to five mornings a week during an exercise known at The Commuting. We normally don’t speak of this during the weekend, but it’s the time of the day when you go from the place you love the most in the whole world (your castle) to the place you hate the most, the shithole. That’s one hell of a jarring transformation. And we’re expected to be productive after that? Yeah, right. At least I was productive enough to make this graph.

Pray for me.