Music, mon amour
An example of one of the very few times I enjoy my job: I just had a lengthy discussion about New Order with a student while we were transferring his files from one laptop to another. How supremely cool is it to talk about New Order, Joy Division, Kraftwerk, and other ancient bands with a 20-year-old kid guy who really digs this music? (He is a kid, in my eyes. Being 20 is old enough to be called a guy, though, I guess.)
Coolness. And now it's lunch time.
Coolness. And now it's lunch time.