The worst part of my day, the worst part almost every single day, is when I have to unwrap myself from the arms of those who love me the most before getting in a vehicle and driving away from them at the maximum legal speed. All the nonsense at work I can mostly handle. I even have a job where I can be creative, I've got a job so cool that if I mentioned my job title, nobody would believe me.
But I really just want to be home with my wife.