Maybe it's the way my father raised me to believe work was torment and thankless misery, and that it should be, that I ended up being pretty pleasantly surprised with a normal tech job. His favorite phrase was "If you EVER were seen doing that on a real job you'd be fired on the spot" (insert hour long lecture about being useless at this stage).

I can remember the time he told me I did a good job at something with crystal clarity, because it only ever happened that one time in my whole life.

I absolutely hated him, but I'm thankful for him being the miserable source of anguish and preparation for harsh reality that he was.