When you have spent far too long working in a certain industry, this time of year isn’t fun.
When some young, brillant kid invents a drug allowing me to sleep from Thanksgiving until about mid January, I will buy ALL of said drug.
I’ll keep most of it for me, but I’ll be nice enough to give some to a few warriors who deserve it.
So who wants to invent? I promise, you’ll be richer than (insert deity of choice here). If anything, you’ll have to fight us off.
Really.
