Nothing is, actually. Of any kind whatsoever. Who can tell what sort of damnation for Internet decorum violations this'll get me. But I wallow in selfpity. It can never be satisfied, but only temporarily appeased.
Business suffers so from stress, how sad.
Not anyone else. Clearly, if we know anything at all, it's the employees of the Thing who've got forcibly emplaced without hope of escape on the selfsame treadmill, and they are the Stressed. What would the Broad Masses do without wives to abuse. Start in on children and pets, perhaps. No such instance, however, has ever been adduced such that the lack of money failed to buy unlove.