Some days like today I'm absolutely certain that everyone in every office on every street in Manhattan is happier in their job than I am. Statistically that's unlikely. But emotionally it feels right. When I'm asked what my ideal job would be I pause and then try to imagine what it would look like. It would be challenging but not overly so. I would use my creativity and be part of a team. Crucially there would be some aspect of the job that would be ideally suited to my skills. Uniquely. This has happened a few times for finite durations.  Then in between are long stretches of smooth roads without scenery (bored) or impossible traffic and driving rain (stressed). You cope. And delve into all the other things that make you happy outside the arena of work. And thank God (or your lucky stars) for regular pay days. And once in a while feel fortunate to be part of that great wave of workers approaching and retreating from the city like a tide.