I am not saying I was the hero king, I was not at D-Day, or even present day Iraq or Afganistan. They are doing real tough. But I put my hand up, did my part and more than was expected, risked my life and was decorated for the effort. I helped save tens of thousands in Kuwait and Bosnia. I was awarded positional authority way above my rank because I was talented, I really was, believe it or not. Now my job is to get in furious fights over parking spaces with half wits who only push paper around. And even there I go the extra mile, I have risked my ass to keep them safe in a very dangerous suburb under some very difficult conditions at night. It is like trying to protect retarded sheep from a wolf pack. They have no clue what I do, they could not give a fuck; until that day I decide not to do it. I scored a 97% below on the history GRE, a 92% below on the Political Science GRE, a 90% below on the sociology GRE (ok that one is really nothing to brag about), how the fuck did I end up here? I will have another beer and think about it.