Ok kids, here is the el Guapo update. A few years ago I realized my role at the city was fundamentally to be the city’s hammer and take directions from a spineless blowhard who was hyper sensitive to whatever direction the wind was blowing. Most of my day consisted of unfarking the actions which my employees farked up that day. 50% lead paint chip eaters. Not that I'm still bitter. Some of these employees were good the rest were lazy, slow and essentially unfireable thanks to a very dense layer of civil service protection that shielded them lazy bureaucratards. I was a 'success' because I had risen to the level where I now made great money but damnit, I loathed my job and with it the profession. I did good work and tried to be a mentor, coach and team builder but I must have had some bad karma because I drew deuces on about 6 hiring decisions in a row. I was working ungodly hours and my health was tanking. Then I had my epiffany. I hated this crap. I was working way too hard for someone else. I didn’t give a damn about the money because I never had any free time to spend it. I decided I’d like to make a change. So I did. I got a new gig.