Is what you are doing right now less emotionally fulfilling than moving large bags of rat feces? A useful metric for judging your current course of action. It's easy to get lost in the hustle and bustle of particularly chaotic industries and end up devoting large amounts of time and energy to prejects without actually considering whether or not they are, in fact, slowly crushing your soul. Fortunately, I have a foolproof metric by which to judge any endeavor mid-undertaking: Is what I'm doing right now less emotionally fulfilling than moving large bags of rat feces? The answer is sometimes surprising. You see, back in the halcyon days of my youth, I once took up a job at a national pet store chain which shall remain anonymous. (Never draw the ire of an entity with access to infinite malevolent, inbred gerbils*.) *Infinite in number and malevolence ...and inbreeding. My logic was as follows: "I like animals. I would a...
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