Stuck in a hotel room working bizarro hours for a major manufacturer means a lot of sitting around while the cleaning staff scream “put some pants on, you freak” and then wandering out to the car to put on my ice-cold safety glasses and scream, repeat with hearing protection, and move on. Then spend 8 hours in the plant having the very marrow of my soul removed painfully.

The occasional tiny victory, when someone begins to understand something, helps, but I wouldn’t say it makes it all worthwhile.