You ever wonder what life would be like if you just didn’t have to work?
Or rather, if you only did the work you loved? And that everyone around you did the same?
Or at the very least, if the work you did, you actually did, without all the politics and infighting and selfish motives that mar otherwise good work?
Or if you, say, went away for a week, and the people tasked with picking up the slack, you know, picked up the slack?