here's when you know its time to leave your job

Within the first few months of my current job, I regularly annihilated red pencils with a stapler, with artistic and sadistic intent distributed equally.

That was 6 years ago.
 
I want to see him become a pop musician. He can do his hair up like the drummer from Pantera. . . back when they were all glam. He could do some power poppy music. It'd be great. Easy job, pays well, doesn't require you put forth much effort, though we know he has the skill. Maybe he could work with some rappers, I hear P Ditty needs some guitarist, he's rapatizing some Yngwie.

Joke. Joke. Joke. I don't even have a clue about what you do for a living.