"Quid Pro Quo"

Remind me again, why it is, that I do, what I do. Help me to understand, why it is, that I am angry when the on call phone rings at 1:29 AM. Why it is, that, I am excited that I will receive my new laptop RAM later, today? Why it is, that I am partaking in a hot cup of Cappachino at 2:00 AM? Why it is, that I am nervous, about having only five cigarettes left till 5:00 AM. Why I am accepting the challenge, of rebuilding an old 386 computer for a friend, just so he can sell it at a garage sale? I'm not sure anymore if I absolutely love or absolutely hate my job, anymore....It is almost out of shear morbid curiosity, that I stick around to see what the next person has to offer up to the IT God. Make that four cigarettes left....The coffee is good (inhales deeply)...very good, in fact....The quadruple shot causes my heart race and yet somehow calms me...like an overhead projector being brought into focus......(fade to black)...Make that three cigarettes left. There there, inner child...daddy knows what it is, that you like....caffeine and nicotine...like a heroin junky after he slowly releases the tourniquet and feels the drugs entering his jonesing veins...It is good, no?...lights up another smoke (inhales deeply) make that two...two beautiful cigarettes ah, ah, ahhhh!...phone rings....go ahead caller you're on the air...this is #$% (Freudian pun)we are having problems with our router on the dispatch system....ah the dispatch system...my my, that is a problem...tell me about your childhood, caller. How did this make you feel?...Did you run away, because the farmer made you perform fellatio on him?.....Did you Clarice? Did you run...run away from the crying lambs? Quid pro quo, Doctor.... It rubs the lotion on it's skin or else it gets the hose again....yes precious it does what it's told, doesn't it? (lights up last cigarette & inhales deeply) Quid pro quo, caller. What is it about good sex that make you have to take a shit? Something for something...just something to think about....LOL