My friend in California is a rocket scientist. His Gmail Chat status reads "Hating Work". Two contacts below, my friend in NYC "is hating the CFA". She's been with one of the largest investment banks for five years. I don't have any more background on their feelings at this no doubt stressful moment, but it echoes some thoughts I've had recently.

If someone were to ask you to do something you hated, and do it five times a week, eight hours a day, for the foreseeable future, what would you say? Then why do we all do it? Something to ask yourself.

On a related note, I've been back in town for two months, yet I haven't seen one of my good friends because he is too busy with work and school. Its not his fault, it speaks more to the North American Institution we've fallen into (I'll save my rants for a future post). Last night I finished John Grisham's newest and easiest read, Playing for Pizza, and I find myself wishing I could follow Rick Dockery and runaway to Parma.

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