No really. Try harder.

This is going to be a fabulous month. If not, year. Just yesterday I've realized how much I love my job. It's mutual.

In the course of duty, I've been screamed, shouted and abused to a point that when all is well (Read: Not a single soul stretching his/her vocal chords on me), I get withdrawal symptoms.

For bestowing me the ability to be indifferent even to the nastiest fucktard, I worship my job.

(I'm not a very good liar, am I)