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With someone screaming about something you have no control over, children howling in boredom, an old guy not so discreetly pissing in the corner of the waiting room, the paperwork is endless, the scanner/copier/fax robot on the fritz, your computer processing commands at the speed of moss and you can't find the pen you had 3 seconds ago, somehow in this almost indescribable circle of chaos, you find yourself having that perfect moment.
A moment where that which has no logic, is so completely absurd, that being the universe in this case, makes complete sense and you pause and marvel at the fact that while you are so utterly insignificant in all this maelstrom of chaos and order, check and balances, you have a role to play, a meaning, a purpose. You matter.
And then it all collapses, your sanctuary defiled, when you realize it's only Wednesday and a week from today will be ten times the magnitude of fucked that you are working, nay dealing, no! coping with and the smell of that bastards fresh brine hits your nostrils as the security guard barks at the offending party to leave and the screamer in your immediate space has included tears with her abuse, making it clear that if I cannot be her hero, I am most certainly her villain.
I LOVE MY JOB!

and now for something completely different! Written by Floyd Dixon and made famous by the Blues Brothers,
Hey Bartender!