Whether I spend my day playing foosball and drinking kombucha with a bunch of ass dragging laggards or saving orphan refugees in a war zone I'll be equally tired when I get home to my family

After a decade or more of doing the same thing and having the same asinine conversations with an endlessly changing cast of quirky but equally uninvested dilberts I begin to ask myself my kids are stuck in daycare for this shit?

Some of us say meh life is but a born - work - die type of proposition just have another cup of company coffee for the road while others ask why the fuck are we still wearing clothes from the mall