Some days this writing gig is awesome. I get to work in my pajamas in the comfort of my own home. I'm my own boss. If I need to take a work trip to Target no one throws around words like 'on the clock' or 'fired'. Other days it sort of sucks. Usually it's days where I look at the guy driving beside me. Those are the days where I wonder why he's getting where he's going faster than I am. Is his car nicer than mine? Is he a better driver? Is his road smoother than mine? It's disheartening to...