I have decided that you can classify jobs on a taxonomic basis, i.e. every job is just like some living creature. I have also decided that my current job is like being a old, stately oak. In a drought. Where your leaves die. And then a limb or two. Then slowly, your heart and soul begin to fade and you croak but it’s a very slow process.  Sometimes you get a little sprinkle of rain that brightens your prospects for a day or two, then it’s back to slowly dying again.  It’s fun.
Tomorrow, we’ll talk about jobs that are like spiny anteaters. Or something.