I find it funny that we choose our jobs like we shop for cars. We show up at a dealership, see what they have, select one that kind of matches what you’re looking for and then sign on the dotted line. You may get what you want, but likely you made some concessions along the way as to price, make, model, color, trim package, etc. It’s a nice vehicle, but perhaps not exactly what you want.

The same goes when you go out to eat, or shop for furniture, or should I say it, chose a mate!!!!