...have to be the most soul-crushingly frustrating thing one must do to retain employment.

I just put the Tate down (side note: I have Tate back!...kind of looks like a spawn of the Devil in that photo, but whatever) and thought, "hey, I will put some Mozart on so I can focus and get this done!"

Instead, I put on the New Girl and warmed up pizza.

I'm never going anywhere professionally. I swear to god. Not without an Rx for Vyvanse and a shit-ton of luck.