Today I was tearing through the kitchen at work, and one of the sous chefs yelled, "Hey, Irma, c'mere! I got something I want you to try. I made macaroni and cheese!"
Macaroni and cheese, made with Cambozola, Brie, and lobster.
See? I WIN, my job is better. Unless your career involves you helping people, you know, teaching or being a doctor or whatever. Or unless you are passionate about what you do and it gives you deep personal satisfaction. Or unless you don't like freaking amazing food. Other than that, though? I win.