Last night in bed, I was talking to my wife about this. I was telling her how hard it is to stay focused on leaving because Steve isn't always a pain-in-the-ass. In fact, he was utterly painless yesterday. I started to say something along the lines of: "...I don't know. It just seems like life at work is..." I trailed off as looked at the digital clock next to the bed. Its green L.E.D. display was reflecting the time (11:34) off of the glossy surface of the nightstand. In the reflection, the time clearly read "hEll". Okay, it was backward, but everyone knows that "llEh" isn't a word. It's a sign, I tell you!
So there I have it. Work is hEll with a capital 'E' (whatever that means), and I do this with the intent of easing the tension in my life, as well as increasing the scope of my knowledge into new realms.