Tea sadness

It is a bleak day....I can see the bottom of my tin of Harney and Sons Hot Cinnamon Spice tea.  How will I survive until payday without my morning cup (or four)?  Even my office mates are sad, a full week with no fabulous morning smells from my office electric kettle.

:(

Thoughts for thinking on.

Prestige is especially dangerous to the ambitious. If you want to make ambitious people waste their time on errands, the way to do it is to bait the hook with prestige. That's the recipe for getting people to give talks, write forewords, serve on committees, be department heads, and so on. It might be a good rule simply to avoid any prestigious task. If it didn't suck, they wouldn't have had to make it prestigious.

 

It's hard to find work you love; it must be, if so few do. So don't underestimate this task. And don't feel bad if you haven't succeeded yet. In fact, if you admit to yourself that you're discontented, you're a step ahead of most people, who are still in denial. If you're surrounded by colleagues who claim to enjoy work that you find contemptible, odds are they're lying to themselves. Not necessarily, but probably.

http://www.paulgraham.com/love.html