Yup. Yesterday I started out at 5am on the west coast, 3 legs, which I'd done a good 7 times already that trip, then spent longer two-leg commuting home than I was on duty, head finally hit the pillow at 3am east coast time. I was pretty damn grumpy (although that's my own doing), and sure during that 4 days there was probably some "work work work *scheduling!* work work" type banter. But even earlier tonight I was thinking about what it would be like if I was sitting on the highway in traffic, every day, at the same time, going to a cubicle to stare at numbers and file TPS reports, how miserable I would be. Generally even on the worst trip, at least once a day I reflect on how fortunate I am to even be in my shoes.