Why do I do what I do?

Why have I decided to shun desk work and plush padded cubicle walls to work on a hard concrete floor and engage in extremely dangerous tasks, making noise that will deafen me, dust that will choke me, and possible lead to the loss of many sticking out body parts? Status, baby!

What did I build at my desk, even during the most productive years at Amazon? Well, my ass grew quite well. I made remarkable progress on my drinking problem. I also developed a way to nap, sitting up, in the same room as my boss and bosses boss, without being caught. (Except when I would start to snore, or my head would get off balance and snap back until it hit the cement wall behind me)

Now, I bask in the glow that every blue collar man feels when a pasty, bluish skinned software developing guy looks at something you have put together and says "You built that? On purpose?"

Oh yeah...