I shouldn't bitch so much.

I seem to get a lot of blog mileage out of bitching about work. Back when I worked for Machinery, Inc., I didn't bitch enough. That place deserved my full wrath. But now that I'm back at my cool old job, I really don't have much room to complain. I've got a great boss, excellent cow-orkers, a flexible schedule, and free beer and gummi worms on Thursday afternoons in the summer. Hell, I even got a really nice raise on my birthday. We even have some great parties in the office from time to time, where stuff like this happens:What's not to love?

I think I figured out my problem; I need more of a challenge. I recently saw a blurb on TV where an expert claimed that adults who challenge themselves with new things like learning a new language have a lower incidence of dementia and Alzheimer's Disease. Exercise my brain at the same office where I can also feel free to pass out on the floor. Makes perfect sense to me.