Tell me again why I spent 22 years of my life in schools, colleges, and graduate programs? Why I felt I had to learn every buzzword, understand industry catchphrases, and spew out corporate jargon, when all I really cared about was getting a job I can keep for more than 2½ months and get a paycheck to support my addictions and spouse's repetitive habit of spending every dime I earn on useless (non-electronic) crap? I mean, if she came home with a plasma television once in a while, or perhaps a custom set of clay poker chips and a six-pack of Sam Adams with some of her hot girlfriends, I'd be ok with it. But other than that, what are we all doing? What's the purpose of this life we live? Does the guy with the most money as he's lowered six-feet under win this game? Do the rungs on the corporate ladder always lead to a better life? Does working 60-hour weeks, sleeping 5-hour nights, and spending 25 minutes with your kids after countless nights of missed family dinners make us turn us into successful businesspeople? And if we had the chance to do it all again, would we? Could we? See you in the convalescent home, and we can compare notes. And oh yeah, good luck on the new shirt.