When things go up, and up, and up for any stretch of time, even a temporary slowdown feels like a complete collapse, and crushes one under the weight of intense introspection. The objective reality is such that I do not have the right to complain about anything and should stop over-analyzing stupid office games that people take so damn seriously.

But there is a catch. Call it a rat race all you want, but if one stops participating,  one is eventually relegated to the outskirts of relevancy and finds oneself being fifty years old with a ridiculous haircut and too many dog pictures on the desk, while being “coached” on “attitude” by a twenty-something middle-management up-start.

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