He wanted to nurse his misery before giving breath to it. How 'bout the weather. I'd make a great weatherman, I think. Now you have to have a college degree to do the weather. Besides, you've got a job, Jack.
Nobody worries about it when the weatherman gets it wrong.
He just gives his report and everybody understands that it has nothing to do with reality. Nobody gets mad at the weatherman. Tom, I don't even want to tell people what I do for a living anymore. I'm a preacher. That's virtually an expletive in our culture.