Yes, I'm horribly overworked and terribly underpaid. Yes, my stress level is through the roof. Yes, I'm exhausted and a bit edgy because of everything that's been going on. Yes, it's conceivable that I might be able to get some other job that pays more, works me less and might be a little more secure. But the fact of the matter is that I don't want one. I like the company I work for, I like the people I work with, the fringe benefits are great and I'm where I want to be -- which is something that maybe 1 in 5 people can honestly say, if that.

And so it is after two extremely long days filled with company meetings, work and shuttling back and forth between the office and those meetings at the Beverly Hilton. It is at this point -- at 7:45pm -- that I now pack up and leave for my parents' place in Tucson, which is around 8 hours away. I'll make it tonight, no problem. The open road and my sound system beckon.

If only I can make it through this weekend without having the above debate with my parents.