I learned on vacation this week that the corporate world is not for me.

I always knew my Dad had tales of woe that caused him such anguish that when I handed him a Dogbert book he read a few pages before retreating to his bedroom to cry -- his pain was too real to see this as comedy.

So my oldest friend was at the house for dinner when I was visiting my parents, and he works in a very similar location in the corporate/manufacturing world. They communicated about their woes like they had worked side by side for decades though they barely know each other. The additional details my friend provided after dinner only cemented my dread of their world.

Whatever I do in life, I'm not going to be trapped in a building where meetings and bureaucracy and induhviduals sap your ability to not only be productive but also to leave work without bringing the stresses of it home with you afterwards.